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'Why's he all black like that?' |
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'Is everybody all right?' |
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'Somebody fuckin' call the cops!' |
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'Probably just some bruised ribs,' the doctor said, his voice soft and calm through the mayhem. 'Maybe a couple of hairline fractures. Nothing to be especially concerned about, I should think, but we'd best get you to the ER for some x-rays.' |
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John looked again as the doctor covered her with his blazer. |
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'Just lie still for the time being.' |
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The waitress who had tried to pull the attacker off Cassy came over and squatted down. 'Are you OK, hon?' |
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'Christ, what got into Bill? What got on him?' |
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'I don't know. But thanks for coming to the rescue, Joyce.' |
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'Naa. I'm fine. You take care of yourself,' she said, then straightened up and turned to the crowd surrounding the man. |
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Dr Goodman turned his head toward John. 'And you are?' |
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'John Foxworth. I was just eating here.' |
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