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BACK WHEN I was a kid my grandfolks, who lived in Eastern Tennessee, owned and operated a small nuclear plant - nothing fancy, mind you, just a little 'mom and pop'-type operation, featuring one of those old-fashioned uranium-rod reactors you hardly see anymore and a little cooling-tower, which Granpa painted a cheery blue and yellow. Read the first page
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