[ Martin ... just doesn't quite understand for a moment. He blinks behind the tie, his own frigid hands trembling a little. Clinging harder. Is it just Tim's imagination, or is frost spreading up his shirt...? ]
That - that doesn't make any sense. This is 2016, I haven't been anywhere near the Lonely yet.
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That - that doesn't make any sense. This is 2016, I haven't been anywhere near the Lonely yet.