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It’s as if his helmet knew just when somebody needed help; it could hear the faintest whisper; it could hear the faintest yelp. “I can hear you,” shouted Johnny, “though your signal is quite low. I can help you, but I’m not sure which direction I should go.” Then he looked out in the distance, and he saw a red light blinking, so he took off rather quickly without any fu
