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¨¨:~*†¤&¶# A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. #¶&¤†*~:¨¨
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¨¨:~*†¤&¶# SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. #¶&¤†*~:¨¨
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