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- Sure enough, the minute the door closes behind us and the current stops, he slumps to the floor unconscious.
- My fingers are still gripping the back of his jacket so tightly that when they take him away it tears leaving me with a fistful of black fabric.
- - The Hunger Games, Chapter 26
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