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I
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think
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Mengistu
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Haile
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Mariam
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is
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my
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neighbor
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Whoever
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it
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is
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moved
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in
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and
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put
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an
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automated
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gate
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up
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Repainted
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brick
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walls
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atop
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which
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cameras
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now
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rotated
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By
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eight,
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the
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place
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dark,
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one
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light
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burn
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later
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Razor
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wire
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like
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a
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slinky
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Rumor
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Answer
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is
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a
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parcel
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bomb
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took
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the
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secretary
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right
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eye
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and
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pinky
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Evenings,
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he
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takes
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a
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snifter
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of
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whiskey
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on
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the
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veranda
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I
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wonder
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what
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he's
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thinking
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In
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the
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morning,
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the
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maid
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brings
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coffee
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from
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the
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kitchen
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Some
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nights
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strange
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music
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plays,
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Answer
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I
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lay
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in
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bed
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and
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listen
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Downstairs
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I
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hear
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my
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mother
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breaking
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dishes,
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my
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father
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trippin'
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It's
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been
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quite
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bad
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lately,
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high
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tension
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Galvanized
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steel
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security
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fencin'
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To
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get
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through
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the
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day,
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give
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myself
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a
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mission
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Anything
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what
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get
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me
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out
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Answer
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the
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house
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a
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blessin'
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His
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bodyguard
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chews
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khat,
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spits
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black
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in
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the
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rhododendron
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Blacked
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out
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Range
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rumble
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when
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he
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start
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the
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engine
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Avocado
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tree
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hang
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over
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the
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property
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line,
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and
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I
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watch
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from
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as
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I
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can
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climb
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The
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dog
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looks
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up
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Answer
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and
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whines,
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the
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hills
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are
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alive
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with
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land
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mines
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I
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live
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in
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my
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mind
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Not
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sure
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what
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I'm
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lookin'
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for,
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but
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I'll
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know
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when
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I
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find
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My
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mother
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sent
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the
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gardener
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to
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look
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for
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me,
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but
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the
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sky
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is
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a
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great
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Answer
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place
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to
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hide
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Never
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told
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the
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truth
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in
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your
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life?
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Can't
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start
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now
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Ever
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so
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slowly,
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slowly
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locked
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up
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in
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your
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own
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house
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The
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guests
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start
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having
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doubts,
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the
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host
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nowhere
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to
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be
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found
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It's
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ghosts
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in
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the
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building's
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bones,
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so
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Answer
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many
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skeletons
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in
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the
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ground
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When
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everything
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collapse,
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he
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just
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melt
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into
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the
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crowd
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Suitcase
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packed,
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melted
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down
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the
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crown,
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but
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a
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haven's
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only
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safe
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as
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long
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as
|
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they
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want
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you
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around
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Tomorrow
|
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it's
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no
|
|
tellin'
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Hollow
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when
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you
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done
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sellin'
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