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    Percival takes in his unruly mop of hair, the spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks, the bow tie, the blue coat, down to his white-knuckled grip on a shabby brown suitcase. He sighs.

    "Newt Scamander," he says, leaning back in his chair.

    "I have permits!" says Scamander, twitching. He draws the suitcase closer to his body.

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    29 Jan 2018

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    blind to where the blow shall fall
    vlieger