This fine night I was reading, bright and cheery, a passage wrought with wit and irony, and lightly editing it where I felt appropriate; as I am often wont to do.
By the end of it, I discover that I've just casually edited none other than Jerome K. Jerome.
Сижу, задумчиво вычитываю текст (а ночь глухая, но нежная); попадается
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