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voice was thick with sobs. He ran back to his car, glancing only once at the
man in the car. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. Special rules,
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adoptive father understands mankind better. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up
with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and
followed every movement of his indicatory finger.
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