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There will be twice as many of them this year. The suit he'd been hastily stuffed into was stiff and uncomfortable, and he loathed every moment he spent trapped inside of its starchy confines. The collar kept rubbing against his neck, and it made him squirm. The nerves were beginning to get to him, but he couldn't show it. He had to remain as neutral as possible, disconnect himself from this sickening reality as much as he could. Then, when it was all over, he could return to his daily life, arduous as it was, and try to forget about the whole thing until next year. But no, that wasn't quite right. He'd still have to watch them all die, on