Page 166KANNER: (putting their hands to their face in imitation of a telescope) Can’t tell much from all the way up here through a glass, Yorel. Talk to ’em, maybe. (apprehensive, lowering hands) But-- the tall one brought the short one in all hurt, and he seemed really worried. I heard him yelling. Like he seemed to really care. So maybe they do know each other well. YOREL: Probably he needs her for something, then. |
  
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