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- >Before I could protest, a thousand scraps of garbage surged off the bottom and flew at me from both directions: broken glass, rocks, cans, tires.
- >I was expecting it, though. The water in front of me thickened into a shield. The debris bounced off harmlessly.
- *pg. 178 TLO*
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