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There was a great cloud of putrid-smelling black smoke behind the two runners now. An enormous sneeze reverberated in the cold air. Imagine what that stuff smells like to its sensitive nostrils. Rock thought. That ought to stop him for a while.
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to big pigs. A shuddering series of impacts on the pig knocked it to the ground. Splattered pieces of smoking meat and More Page Texes shards of bone matter flew over Rock and Rona as they dove over the brambles to their friends. All the Freefighters uniforms were coated with a rain of red blood. confederate memorial day
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