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His shoes were highlypolished. ' 'Not going to go to sleep, are you?' Duddits shook his head. It's Marsha. 8Just before dusk, a dozen two-man sentry huts (they were actually Porta-Potties with the urinals and toilet-seats yanked out) had been set up at intervals along the security fence.
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