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... > The Pentagon.
In the evening, the moon hung tiredly overhead, gazing down at the teeming masses below.
Donald Rumsfeld held a report on U.S.
military procurement in his hand.
The more he read, the more invigorated he became—the more he read, the more extraordinary his expression grew.
His face went through a kaleidoscope of hues—red, green, blue, purple—it was a spectacle in itself.
At over sixty years old, he was exhausting himself over the U.S. ...
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