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Mal thrust the man’s head into the puddle. He struggled to break the surface. Mal’s hold remained iron. He struggled to grow gills— tried to breathe water. Mal yanked him up as the first inhale was caught mid-throat. “I’m not one for repeating myself, son. And I sure as gos se ain’t askin a third time.”
-- Cat's Cradle- Chapter 1 by anaphora20
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