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 | | Sam sat next to the wing of the death glider, her knees hugged tight against her chest, her head down, her short blonde hair blowing in the gentle breeze. |
 | | Then she turned, placed one hand on the skin of the death glider and whispered, "goodbye, Colonel, it has been an honor to serve with you." She moved back a step, rendered a hand salute, made an about face, and began to march east. |
 | | A true glider has no mechanism driving it, no engine, and may not even be made of metal, but a death glider of course does have an engine. |
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