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... to come back.

So, in the meantime—

'Let's go to Brock.'

I made up my mind.

Tap- tap- tap—

I turned around and started walking toward him.

He was standing near the center of the wide-open area, chatting with two other men who looked like walking tanks—built like bears, with wild beards that probably hadn't seen a comb in years.

Just then—

"Ah!"

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