Clinton arrives just in time
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Fifteen minutes later, headlights cut across the gravel. Ben barely had time to breathe before the shed door creaked open. Clinton stepped inside, camera already rolling. He didn’t waste a moment, raising the lens to capture every detail. “We’re not missing a second,” Clinton muttered, eyes bright. Right on cue, another sharp crack split the silence from the rows of eggs.
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