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with them to their respective bunker. When I got to a bunker earlier than usual I was rewarded with the sight of approaching creatures of every shape and size, moving towards me from all directions on the uneven gravel surface, waving their about as though to keep their balance or ward off flies, dressed in Jawa-like robes, with their weapons belts slung around their hips or shoulders, and a hood covering their head from the cold...rendering them completely unrecognizable. I half-expected to hear the Jawa creatures’ call as I saw them creep forwards.
Sometimes I held my breath.
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