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THEY were celebrating before the match, smiles like searchlights, fists excitedly punching the air.
Afterwards, they trooped away like mourners, heads bowed, faces dark as the lowering skies.See the full content of this document
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Weary Troops Held at Bay by a Mirror Image ; Comment
Counted chickens sadly had taken wing, to be replaced in the heavens by a whole squadron of flying pigs.
Suddenly, five o'clock reality seemed an...See the full content of this document
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