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Then he forced himself to stand and waved his hands with all his strength, trying to catch the attention of the people on the plane. The wind was so strong it felt like level seven or eight, and the rain grew even denser. Wind-driven raindrops lashed his face like bullets. It hurt, it hurt badly. He could not keep his eyes open in the pounding rain and could only squint through the darkness

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