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Spaz ripped off his brother's yamaka and gave it a sniff in one long breath. "It smells fresh," he stated. "The sickness hasn't begun yet." He then, in one swift motion, whipped out his pocket knife, took his bread, and began scraping off the strawberry jam, flinging it onto his brother's face. He began chanting: "गते गत, पारगत, पारसंगत, बोधि स्वाहा." His brother stared at him in shock.
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