Damn... [at his apparent defeat, Tonic's fist instinct is to wince, even if he's still hanging on for the follow up he knows must be coming. however, he never could have guessed that the number would go up, not down.
so he stops dead in the middle of moving an arm to pick some article of clothing, staring in open surprise.]
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so he stops dead in the middle of moving an arm to pick some article of clothing, staring in open surprise.]
You're kidding. That can't be true.