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| As you approach the camp you see your closest friend, and most dangerous adversary, leave his tent and scan the surrounding desert horizon with a rather worn looking macroscope. When you are only a few steps away from him he, without turning, quietly says, "You are getting careless old friend. I heard you coming before I even left my tent." | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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