Astra looked at the strange surroundings, and asked Fred, "Where are
we?"
Fred responded,
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"There has been a run on the bank, and if you don't find $20 billion by Monday morning, we are out of business."
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"In your office. The press corps is outside, governor. They are calling it Barrelgate. As your press secretary, I have to tell them something. What shall I tell them?"
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a little nervously, "I hope on our way to sealing the deal for your next blockbuster, Miss Rookwood. What did you think of my book?"
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"I do not know much more than you do. We are in Camelyn, but I don't remember it being anything like that!" He opened some blinds and pointed to some skyscrapers in the distance.
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