” His voice sounded muffled and heavy, as if he had gone to bed. “Have to take your turn,” he remarked laconically. Yet he was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. "The part was crooked," she explained. Vorsack rose from the table and departed for the bathroom, mumbling something about a Tylenol. There was absolute quiet. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager.
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