Page 154(Spondule approaches, walking the bike)
SPONDULE: Are you... well? Shouldn’t you be, um...
NAVICHET: I don’t like you hiding things from me.
SPONDULE: (taken aback) Hiding... (angry) That book might’ve blinded you! I know how you are. You’d just look in it again, if I didn’t hide it from you.
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