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..:-\†$§@#  Special Plants Growing Unusually Tall.  #@§$†\-:..
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..:-\†$§@#    A Dangerous Game: The Roundabout Is   #@§$†\-:..
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..:-\†$§@#      Of Intents And Bureaucracies.       #@§$†\-:..
.:-\†$§@##  Governments And Companies Are Creatures ##@§$†\-:.
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..:-\†$§@#   Vehicles Approach; The Game Is On -    #@§$†\-:..
.:-\†$§@##    Quickly The People Assemble In Well   ##@§$†\-:.
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