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It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.,He looked at the ringing phone, making a constant noise, hesitating whether he should answer it.,After weighing his options repeatedly, he decided to pick up the phone first. Even if he didn't speak, at least he could hear who was on the other end.。

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