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It was raining, something that was long overdue in this arid area. Napoleon Solo hobbled along with hundreds of other refugees, most carrying their meager belongings balanced in bundles on their heads. Their care-worn faces filled with resignation, a tiredness of the conflict within their country. It was the faces of the children that tore at his heart, the ultimate innocents caught up in an adult pissing match. Life just wasn't fair.
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