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“Perhaps it’s time,” said the corporation man, smoothing hismustache lightly. They had invaded its territory, disturbed its snowy autumn peace, but soon they would be gone. There, in a tangle, were the bottoms of McCarthy's longjohns and the jockey briefs he'd been wearing beneath them. 'No, gosh no.
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