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At a stoplight on Sunset at Western, a blur passed the car on the right and a figure lunged over the passenger side of the hood. Where's he from? He spoke like an American. Fifty Phoenicians could knock it down. ered? And he saw that Israel was right; it was taking people-any people---as America had once done; so that in f
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