Duddits walks toward the softball field, and they follow him in a respectful little cluster. 'Aren't we, you guys?' And although seven forty-five is in fact a little early for them, they all nod and say yeah right sure yeah. The report was very loud in the closed room, and the thing's upraised head disintegrated in a liquid splatter that blew back against the wall in strings and clots. He'd looked everywhere and couldn't find it anywhere.
Pete got groggily to his feet. There’s an ablute near here. Staleness settled grittily behind his forehead. He shuffled his feet around to the back of the vehicle he'd come in, never taking his eyes from its twin, parked behind.
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