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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"As he stood there the sky over the house screamed. There was a tremendous ripping sound as if two giant hand had torn ten thousand miles of black linen down the seam" (Bradbury 2).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Complete darkness, not a hint of the silver world outside, the windows tightly shut, the chamber a tomb-world where no sound from the great city could penetrate" (Bradbury 1). </div>]]></description>
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