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61335	White, Ted	I, Executioner			.txt	text/plain	3160	302	93	I always shook when I came out of the Arena, but this time the tension Perhaps thirty people were sitting on the floor of the Arena, where three proctors were having an awkward time carrying him into the Arena Strange eyes; light blue irises, surrounded by a ring of dark blue, and "Yes," said a faint voice, and then, "I'm sorry," the little "Look," I said to her, and showed her my hand. "How long does it take to love somebody?" I said, but my voice was turned I saw the light green uniform of a proctor in the vague street Shielding my face from the light, I tried to make my voice calm. morning," the proctor said. "We're not killers, Miss," he said, and his voice was incredibly calm. light and the red Executioner's button, was a young man staring at me. I could feel his stare, like a cool hand touching me.	./cache/61335.txt	./txt/61335.txt