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The A-team. 'I'm having a smoke. “There has to bemore than the rallies and the fitness sessions and the prayer meetings for the President's health. It had killed off every other fish in thetank—prettier fish, friendlier fish, livelier fish, even larger and more dangerous fish—had killed them all,one by one, and eaten out the eyes.
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