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A bead of sweat travelled down my the back of my neck, leaving
behind a cool line of water as I tried to hold in a sneeze, triggered by
the musty clothes we were amongst. My need to sneeze quickly pit to
the back of my head as another gunshot rang through the thin walls
of the strip point.
