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| | The Jukebox Queen of Malta |
 | | The limestone was soft enough to cut with a saw, but in the open air, baked by the sun, it hardened, shading to a rich golden brown. |
 | | The plane entered a long cloud, and when they emerged, back into clear sky, Malta lay far to the left, a dark pancake on the sea, the electric blue of the water turning to a clear vivid green where it rimmed the island. |
 | | He didn't like it that he'd been pulled out of his unit and shipped off to strangers, half around the world, and he liked it even less that he was a target for the 109s. |
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