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Ray was in the rec room. By all rights he should have been back at the hut thing, or doing some IPD thing, or, well, anything except what he was doing. Which was sleeping on the couch. He was sprawled out on his back with a magazine-size softcover book about turtle maintenance or some-such bullshit over his face, snoring lightly.
All of a sudden the jukebox sprang to life, blaring a song and startling Ray so badly that he flailed awake and fell off the couch.
All of a sudden the jukebox sprang to life, blaring a song and startling Ray so badly that he flailed awake and fell off the couch.