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FLAMES LICKED up the side of the Electronic Baseball kiosk where Rotwang huddled with his knees pulled tight to his chest.
He felt the heat intensify, but he was too beside himself to be bothered by it. How had it happened? How could he have let the boy get the better of him? Rotwang had never felt so dumb, so exploited, so hopelessly out of control since-