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I've got off at the wrong stop. Again. Bloody blackout. Bloody Luftwaffe. Odd. I don't actually remember doing it. My fellow passengers are here as well; why did they get off? I hear sirens howling and bombers droning overhead. Goering's back. In the street, a bus burns fiercely. Our bus? "Direct hit," whispers someone. No...
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