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| Jacob's face, black and blanc , looking up. Air had been sucked out his helmet. The light approaches. Far away in the kitchen of his real house, the microwave dings. Melissa will be out in a moment, to tell him about dinner. |
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| Jacob's face, black and white, looking up. Air had been sucked out his helmet. The light approaches. Far away in the kitchen of his real house, the microwave dings. Melissa will be out in a moment, to tell him about dinner. | ||