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The lunch bag slipped from my fingers.
“Is he dead?”
“No!”
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Arnold caught my arm.
“No, God, no. Ben is alive.”
My knees nearly gave way anyway.
“Then what is this?”
People were beginning to look at us.
Arnold guided me toward an empty consultation room and closed the door behind us.
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