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“You believe in God?" demanded Billy Karma. "I believe in thirty-seven separate and distinct gods," answered Argyle proudly. "That puts me thirty-six ahead of you." "It makes you a pagan." "It makes you a man of limited vision," said Argyle.”

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The Outpost

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