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On a clear and frigid Christmas Eve in 1998, in a small, forgotten city, a solitary taxi driver on the graveyard shift b | dG1fbHlZaEJLOE5ra2s
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00:01The exact time that the International Space Station will be flying over our humble little town is 547 this morning.
00:07And on Christmas, no less.
00:17How much we playing for, boys?
00:19Agh!
00:21Enter this vehicle with your hands up!
00:33Is that a cop?
00:34I think that's a cop.
00:35Stop with it, Ralph!
00:43Oh, no.
00:44It's a game.
00:47Okay.
00:49Just a reminder that the International Space Station will be flying overhead at 547 this morning.
00:58That's 547 AM.
01:05Miss you, Mom.
01:06Miss you, Mom.
01:16You think a tiny little human went all the way to the moon?
01:20What?
01:21What?
01:22You're on the moon.
01:23What?
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