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... derstand. He searched around but found no clue at all. He could only start making phone calls, but he couldn't remember the phone number. He rummaged through his pockets, but his wallet had been emptied, with nothing left except a pile of peanut shells, a medicine bottle, and a small flask.
Taking a deep breath, the man dialed "911" internationally. "Hello, 911," came the voice of a female operator as the call connected.
"Hello, I've been buried alive," the man gasped, out of bre ...
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