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I shall always date the actual hour of my complete freedom from the slavery of the red paste from that awful day I spent on the roof.
Whether it was the actual physical torture that I had endured those long hours under the burning sun, or whether it was the long and uninterrupted time that I had been given up to the horror of my own thoughts, I do not know, but at any rate from that Sunday evening I never had the very slightest desire to partake of the drug again.