Dirk was, for one of the few times in a life of exuberantly prolific loquacity, wordless.
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Douglas Adams...and the renewed shock had nearly made him spill his drink. He drained it quickly before anything serious happened to it. He then had another quick one to follow the first one down and check that it was all right.
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