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Bosch was silent for a moment as he pretended to reread the consulate paper. From where they stood, they could see into a suite of offices off the aircraft bays. He spoke with childish longing of the good days we had known together and asked me if I would accompany him again to the northern provinces. Two ordinary football fields.
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