' Speaking the names seemed to sap the geeky guy, as if he had drawn them up like stones from some deep well, Only Jonesy could stop Mr Gray now, that was the Gospel According to Duddits. There's a Sno-Cat over that rise east of you, laddies, Kurtz said. A shame, but if there was one thing of which there was no shortage in Maine, it was woods.
He'd fallen asleep at the desk and had dreamed of how they'd called Duddits all those years ago. Any excuse to get out of here before the butchery starts. 7Mr Gray knelt looking at this for nearly five minutes, ignoring the creeping numbness in Jonesy's extremities. The old virtuoso swoop; brings down the house.
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