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Hi,
C p I q A i L u I w S l
V j I f A h G j R n A u
V c A y L l I s U q M d
X a A t N c A v X f
lemm
antiquar
abolitionis
exil
foreshado
of his hand, his concentration solely on the fenced parking area, his
eyes darting from one pocket of shadows to another, trying to center in
on the origins of the automatic gunfire, yet knowing it was pointless;
the Jackal had changed position by then. He counted the other vehicles
in addition to the fuel truck; there were nine parked by the fence-two
station wagons, four sedans and three suburban vans, all American-made
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