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[ Norman doesn't yell, but he exhales a heavy grunt as if someone just knocked the wind out of him; sweat beads on his forehead as pain, then numbness, overcomes his arm. He digs his heel into the tape, cracking it further. He hisses: ]

Dammit.

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