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There was the rumble of an engine in the driveway, and Mrs. Wilson went to greet the vehicle. Her hair still in curlers, she held a mug of steaming coffee in her hand, and went out into the morning. The vehicle was a van, and the side door slide open, a white steam billowing out. Two men stepped forth, in matching green and yellow suits. Each wore
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but..he..was reading a rifle?
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