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An Argument with Norton. A Discussion Near the Beer Cooler. Verification.
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Mythoughtsbrokeoffabruptly,andIhadtoputthebackofmyhandovermymouth,asifstiflingaburp.WhatIwasreallystiflingwastherancidfloodofhorrifiedgigglesthatwantedtoescapemeatthethoughtofstuffingabunchofshirtsintoaholetokeepoutthosetentaclesthathadcarriedNormaway.Ihadseenoneofthosetentacles-asmallone-squeezeabagofdogfooduntilitsimplyruptured.
"David?Areyouokay?"
"Huh?"
"Yourface-youlookedlikeyoujusthadagoodideaorabloodyawfulone."
Somethinghitmethen."Brent,whathappenedtothatmanwhocameinravingaboutsomethinginthemistgettingJohnLeeFrovin?"
"Theguywiththenosebleed?"
"Yes,him."
"HepassedoutandMr.Brownbroughthimaroundwithsomesmellingsaltsfromthefirst-aidkit.Why?"
"Didhesayanythingelsewhenhewokeup?"
"Hestartedinonthathallucination.Mr.Brownconductedhimuptotheoffice.Hewasfrighteningsomeofthewomen.Heseemedhappyenoughtogo.Somethingabouttheglass.WhenMr.Brownsaidtherewasonlyonesmallwindowinthemanager’soffice,andthatthatonewasreinforcedwithwire,heseemedhappyenoughtogo.Ipresumehe’sstillthere."
"Whathewastalkingaboutisnohallucination."
"No,ofcourseitisn’t."
"Andthatthudwefelt?"
"No,but,David-"
He’sscared,Ikeptremindingmyself.Don’tblowupathim,you’vetreatedyourselftooneblowupthismorningandthat’senough.
