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Eckels felt his eyelids blink over his stare, and the sign burned in this momentary darkness: TIME SAFARI, INC. "SAFARIS TO ANY YEAR IN THE PAST. YOU NAME THE ANIMAL. WE TAKE YOU THERE. YOU SHOOT IT"
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Eckels entered in a room. He noticed a man behind the desk.
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| "This is Mr. Travis, your Safari Guide. He'll tell you what and where to shoot. If you disobey instructions, there's a stiff penalty of another ten thousand dollars. | |
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