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| Mr. Arafat! But you...you died! | |
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| That is true, and I now find myself in some kind of limbo. | |
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| I am in a fantastic shining city of light, set among a vista of undreamt of splendour and...AAAAGH! | |
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| Mister Arafat! What's wrong? | |
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| THE GOD DAMN ISRAELIS ARE BULLDOZING MY HOUSE! | |
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