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These are the facts, nothing here but the facts. I was on the road to Damascus via a street in the West Village in New York City, when, in an instance, barometric pressure had dropped 100 MB. Darkness enveloped an eleven-o’clock-morning sun. It may have been a trick of the mind, or some kind of serious panic disorder.
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