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''It was the third day of the Iditarod sled race, and a frigid wind blew ice crystals into Preston's grizzled, wind burned face as he urged his dogs on: 'Mush! Let's go, Jason, Jennifer, Jeremy! Move it out, Chelsea, Brian! Come on, Buffy, Muffy, mush!' ''
(Michael J. Saxton, Davis, Calif.)
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