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A general feeling of discomfort associated with the line "he thrusts his fists against the post, still insists he sees a ghost."
I sit here thumbing through the novel, in an attempt to find the line and place it's substance, but unsuccessful; I only know it's value, not it's reason.
It's a line a child recalls in his dreams of the Pennywise Clown from Stephen King's novel, "It."
"He thrusts his fists against a post, still insists he sees a ghost."
over, and over... over and over... over... and... over... over...
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