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“Ah, outnumbered. We were outnumbered there too.” He watched her with a coy look. “Where?” “Where I made that face. Where I did my internship.” She knew then approximately what he was talking about, but to narrow it said, “Where,” again. “Buchenwald,” replied Hilarius. Cops began hammering on the office door.
The Crying of Lot 49
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