| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - He ducked down under the dashboard that was covered with dials and knobs and levers, he tinkered for a bit, the car groaned.Now, now... he said, patting it absently with one hand, his head still stuck under the dashboard, the sound of the sonic screwdriver a shrill counterpoint to the soft shushing of the windmill slowly turning over the house.There was a sharp crack, the gurgle of fluids.
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