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Burn A young man runs thru the front door pane on fire. Praying to Gods improvised on the spot. Neighbors stand stunned as he waves his arms, only wanting to be put out. Spreading thin, tall and dark men under hard rimmed hats and metallic suits. Smiling thru glass shields like astronauts. |
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