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#*^«^,,,,, Crystal White Plains... We Trudge  Along ,,,,,^«^*#
##@#*%^«^,  The Train Tracks... Themselves Slowly   ,^«^%*#@##
##@#*%^«^, Snowed Over,  In  The  Still Hours Since ,^«^%*#@##
@@@#*%^«^,          The Last Supply Train.          ,^«^%*#@@@
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#%^^,,,,,, The  First  Five  Shots  You  Can  Spend ,,,,,,^^%#
#%%««^,,,, Indiscriminately, They  Hurt But Deal No ,,,,^««%%#
##@#*%^«^, Long Time  Damage  To  The  Shooter. The ,^«^%*#@##
#*^^,,,,,, Next  Five You  Must  Spend Wisely, They ,,,,,,^^*#
@@#%«^,,,, Will Take Days  To Heal.  The Final Five ,,,,^«%#@@
@@**%^^,,, You    Must   Not    Spend    At    All. ,,,^^%**@@
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