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Chapter 9-1
9By the time Scott rolled out of his rack, he'd slept maybe three hours--but the sleep had been broken, so it was hard to be sure. It had been impossible to sleep soundly with all the ruckus going on around him. Not only had Abby's snoring never let up, but Trane had joined in with snoring of his own, just as loud. The two had snored in counterpoint, each one letting out a loud blare whenever the other breathed in. They were still going at it when Scott left the room to shave and shower. They weren't even done when he came back, got dressed, and left. Even through the closed door of the bunkroom, the sounds of their bullhorn duet carried into the corridor behind him. Scott yawned and rubbed his eyes on his way down the hall. He actually felt more tired now than before he'd gone to
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