a hand-sized nostradamus follows you around, forecasts all manners of tiny dooms: you'll lose a coin, your favorite sweater will tear,
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smoloch! cold tea and moldy bread! smoloch, the stubbed toe! smoloch, the slightly uncomfortable seat!
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