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Darweesh: Why were they late until they killed him? — Lebanon

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"Darweesh: Why were they late until they killed him? [Both laugh.] Off-Screen Man: We are not gloaters. Darweesh: Its not gloating, but were tired of this. Theres still Ahmed Fatfat, Im counting them. Off-Screen Man: We still need … four, five."
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Lebanon, officially the Lebanese Republic, is a country in the Levant region of West Asia. Situated at the crossroads of the Mediterranean Basin and the Arabian Peninsula, it is bordered by Syria to the north and east, Israel to the south, and the Mediterranean Sea to the west; Cyprus lies a short distance from the coastline. Lebanon has a population of more than five million and an area of 10,452

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