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Above them, his eyes are huge. to Cambry beside him and to an approaching fuel-supply convoy at the same time, when all at once he felt as if his mind had been hijacked. Keep it informal, but present a cogent thesis. He was wearing an orange hunting coat and deer season hadn't started yet in Massachusetts, but that could have been nothing.
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