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With the aid of a flashlight Pant and Kirk were exploring a vast warehouse filled with sacks of chicle. They arrived in their taxi and having been admitted, had been told in a general way where they would find the last cargo that had arrived.
"Here! Here it is!" exclaimed Pant at last. "I can recognize the weave of my grandfather's sacks."
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