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Richard, what are you talking about? What's going on? Accounts from Kolo's journal echoed through his mind. He couldnt seem to order his thoughts enough to put all the tumbling elements into words.
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In spite of this, it was startlingly neat and tidy the corners of magazines were aligned with the corners of the low glass table they rested on, beside an unused black ceramic ashtray and a plain white vase of cut flowers.