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ahead. And then the real work would begin.
don't  get pulled out of the meatgrinder.  He did pull him out of the  Zone,

forgotten everything -- the master key and  Monkey. What does  that mean? It
the cotton out of his nose and discovered  that  the reek was gone, that the
be all right. There  were a few  scratches,  a bump on his forehead, and his

     The boy stopped ankle-deep in rusty water. By the time Redrick got down
thought came to him that it would be good, probably, to sit down next to it,
Golden Ball. Let it talk.
     "Stop!"

You'll pay for  this, he thought. Arthur  dove under at the rock, just as  a
mother nor her father. And that  spot there was Arthur Burbridge, unlike his
