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“You took a beauty, Nick,” he called to Nick. “That’s lousy soft snow. It bagged me the same way.” “What’s it like over the khud?” Nick kicked his skis around as he lay on his back and stood up. “You’ve got to keep to your left. It’s a good fast drop with a Christy at the bottom on account of a fence.” 去书内
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