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then midly protesting hinges and muffled voices. |
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"He's out like a light," a voice said. |
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I rolled over and squinted one eye open. |
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They were staring down at me. |
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"Is he always this hard to wake up?" |
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"Hey," Brenda protested, "don't ask me. We just work together." |
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I was still trying to grope my way to the surface. At the moment they were little more than blurry images. My brain was still trying to figure out which button to push. B.C.'s presence was a matter of record. It was the other one I was having trouble cataloging. |
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"Wake up, Elliott. Jake wants to talk to you." |
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That did it. That was the button I was looking for. Now I had a reason for coming out of my cocoon and facing what was left of the day. "What time is it?" |
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"Almost eight-thirty," Brenda hissed. |
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I propped myself up on one elbow and gave them the evil eye. Brenda was still blurry but the jeans with the knee out gave her away. She was wearing a white turtleneck with some sort of sailing craft emblazoned across her chest and a Detroit Tigers baseball cap. |
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"We just had a run-in with this guy Keho," Jake announced. "Thought you'd be interested." |
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My eyes darted around the room, hoping |
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