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“Watch,” Sarah says. She restarts the film.
It’s the same footage Daniel already showed me. There he is, Dr. Venn in his early 80s, walking with a cane and being questioned by a reporter.
“We already saw this,” Daniel tells her.
“One moment, please,” she says. She stops the film and brings up a new one. Dr. Venn once again is shown walking somewhere, this time in front of his house, maybe. There’s a voiceover about him, but no one stops him for an interview.
The film ends.
Sarah turns to us, a smug smile on her face. “Well?”
“Well what?” I ask.
“Did you see it?”
“No,” I say.
“Let’s try again,” Sarah says. She plays both pieces of footage once more.
I shake my head. “I don’t get it.”
Sarah groans. “Daniel? Anything?”
“No,” he says, “sorry.”
“Can we have a hint?” I ask.
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