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Finally, Jacob emerges into the dark from a tiny hole in the bottom right of the frame. Wish him luck and light. Or at least that the bees won't try to crawl up his pant legs. Or that his oxygen supply won't fail. Or that closing time won't come to soon, and the loudspeakers come on, or the lights really go out. |
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