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"Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. I had done my research on jet propulsion and I figured that I could build a simple engine for it. Dinner was served at 5:30. But that explains everything.
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