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Wolf had decided that the reconnaissance missions were to leave at noon the next day. However, we were interrupted in our preparations mid morning by the shouts of the king. “She’s gone, man, she’s gone!” His hysterical shouts echoed through the old lodge. I made my way to the throne room. The others were already there. I leaned towards Franklin and asked, “what’s happening?” “Starshine went to the oil well last night with a hundred hippies. Only one came back.” I looked towards the King. He held his head by the ears as if he were trying to prevent it from flying off. There was a naked man lying on the floor by the throne. The man was sobbing uncontrollably. Blood trickled from his inner thighs. Wolf kicked the man. “Get a grip, and tell us what happened,” he demanded in a clear and calm voice. “They were there...sob...we attacked...sniff...but they were too fast.”
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