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You try to fight your way back through the flow of rabid bowling balls. Folks are shoving by you, pushing you to the left and right. Every time you think you're making progress, you're pushed back up two or three steps. You can still hear the bellowing below. "Slow! Slow! Slow! My crippled grandmother could get up these stairs faster. Move it! Damn!" You're almost through the crowd. Over the sea of bald heads, you can see empty stairs a little way in front of you. Suddenly, an authoritative voice drowns out the shouting of the D.I.'s below. "Who's bag is this? Who threw a bag at your Drill Instructor? Which one of you maniacs tried to kill your Drill Instructor?" You:
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