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Bastian almost smiled. "No. You are not a duck. You are not a traffic cone. You are... a small rock."
Alex felt a huge surge of pride. A small rock. From Bastian, that was a medal.
"You too," Alex said. "You were a big rock."
Bastian just grunted and drank his coffee.
The room slowly filled. Harry, the captain, walked in. He was limping too.
"Morning, lads," Harry groaned, sitting down very slowly. "I feel... old. I feel like I was hit by a bu ...
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