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Sixteen
Understand the problem and you’ll find the solution. Sometimes it’s not about what your eyes see in front of you but what hides behind your back. You simply have to turn around and look for yourself.
“Idiots hurry up, we don’t have the whole night in our hands. That one is next!” a voice echoed. “Be careful that one is expensive, it goddamn starts with a million!” it added grumbling.
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