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Add one grinning, gum-popping blonde graduate assistant who seemingly shares the old bastard's delight in my discomfort, and testy suddenly evolves into downright unpleasant. |
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There was, under the circumstances, nowhere for me to retreat, no place to hide and no sympathy. No cigarettes. No Black and White. |
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"Go on where?" I grunted. |
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Cosmo gave me a glowering look. "It's quite obvious you were able to get out of your predicament, Elliott, so why don't you tell us about it?" |
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"Damn it, Cosmo, I already told you that story half a dozen times." |
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"Then once more won't hurt, will it?" |
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Finally, I gave in. "In all honesty, I don't remember much detail. I do remember I was surprised at the degree of destruction and all those creatures buried under tons of rubble. They were just blown away." |
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"Somehow I managed to crawl out of that tomb." My mind reluctantly began to pull back the curtain, and I started to relive the nightmare. I could again see myself standing amidst the carnage, living with the paradox of the lifting fog, listening to the ominous sound of an approaching storm, |
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