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relentless interrogations is bad enough under any circumstances. But when you're flat on your back, staring up at the wildhaired old coot from a hospital bed, it's even worse than bad; it's downright devastating. |
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"So tell me again," he snarled. |
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"Like I said, Kelto was dead. I saw that stuff crumble out of his hands and decided there was nothing more I could do for him, so I started to crawl my way out of there. That must have been when I passed out." |
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"I figure I must have been out for quite awhile, because when I came to, there was daylight streaming in on all that rubble." |
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Cosmo looked over at Lucy, precariously perched on the window sill, hastily scribbling notes. |
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"But you said this whole nightmare transpired in an underground cavern. How could you see daylight in an underground cavern?" |
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"Damn it, Cosmo, where have you been? Haven't you been listening? I told you the explosion turned out to be a lot bigger than any of us intended. It blew the top right out of that cavern, clean through to the surface. It was one helluva hole." |
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"It must have been a very large explosion," he repeated sarcastically. |
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"It was big," I sighed, "B-I-G, big." The fact that my voice elevated an octave or two tickled him, and a sneaky little smile |
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