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"Wake up, Ross," Marconi was saying, joggling him. "Come on, wake up."
Ross thrust himself up on an elbow and opened his eyes. He said with a tongue the size of his forearm in a dust-lined mouth: "Wha' time is it? Wha' the hell are you doing here, for that matter?"