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... no longer hear the birds, drowned out by the shouting and the thumping boots of the recruits in the plaza, and the sound of sawing and hammering from the buildings being constructed.
The town streets had been taken over by roving bands of civilian patrolmen and supply carts cluttering in and out of town.
Nor could I smell the scent of the sea anymore, with all the carabao droppings littering the streets. Someone had paid the town kids to deal with it, but the kids, being kids, w ...
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