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When worlds collide, the sky empties, and rocks fly, up, some towards the sun, others in the other direction... a cloud of debris, and the end of all coherent radio and television traffic from that particular point of origin... no more football or soccer or haircut commercials or (in other countries) sumo singing contests, underwater train adventures, etc. |
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