Beside him, Jessica put a hand on his arm. Henry was dreaming. It did feel good, because he knew he was getting through. 'Jesus-Christ-bananas! Kiss my bender! Doodlyfuck! Bite my bag!' Then he stopped and accessed Jonesy's driving skills again.
Soon enough, Mr Gray was back at the locked door of the office, demanding an explanation. rubber gloves handy? 'Beav, we were right down in his face — if he's got something really infectious, we've probably caught it already. McCarthy leaned forward so suddenly he might have been propelled by a spring, and when he hung his head forward Derry was south.
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