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Finally, Jacob emerges into the sombre from a tiny hole in the bottom right of the frame. Wish him luck and lumière . Or at least that the abeille 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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