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On A Basketball Court, Five Players Were In The Middle Of An Intense Game. They Wore Assortment Of Jerseys From Different American Teams, And They All Seemed Keen To Win—grunting And Snarling At Each Other, Stealing The Ball And Pushing. Oh…and The Players Were All Baboons.

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Egypt Is The First Nome. New York Is The Twenty-first. What’s The Last One, The Three-hundred-and-sixtieth?” “that Would Be Antarctica,” Zia Said. “a Punishment Assignment. Nothing There But A Couple Of Cold Magicians And Some Magic Penguins.” “magic Penguins?” “don’t Ask.

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