ked up the heavy silver coffee jug, leaped on my chest, smashed me to the floor, and methodically attempted to beat the brains out of my head with it. The rest of the crew was waiting in the courtyard for us: Dakota in her skirt and tunic, hair in a tangled bun; J. ?”“Because I’m the only one he can’t bullshit, and I saw where he was going with his little experiment. I kind of wish everyone—”“Sorry,” he said.
“‘What conclusions have you come to?’ he asked. ”“That’s crap. I was experiencing that strange elongation of time which crisis can occasionally produce: I was conscious of each footfall, and of the seeming-long moments it took to place each one. Pete holds his ground, waiting.
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