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"Dr. Freeman came right over," Linda added. |
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"Yeah," Freeman grunted, "I was over tendin' to you when I should've been hauling my old butt off this island." He glowered at Bartholomew. "You know we're gonna be in a heap of trouble when this damn storm hits, don't you?" |
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Linda bent down so he could see her face. "You might as well get all the bad news at once. The electricity went out about an hour ago; we lost the phones earlier." |
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Bartholomew Miller tried to raise his head, felt a stabbing pain spring up his back and slam into the recesses of his brain and let out an unmanly yelp. He felt his head sink back into the folds of the pillow. |
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"Damn it, Bart, lay still," Freeman snapped. "I didn't come here prepared for brain surgery, didn't have the right stuff. Whoever played football with your head laid it open from stem to stern. If there wasn't a lady present I'd tell you how screwed up your head really is." |
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"The radio says the bridge is out or we'd have taken you to Brownsville by now," Linda said. |
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"The bridge is out?" Bartholomew groaned. |
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"You got itthe bridge, the lights, the |
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