[ Quentin, it seems, can sleep like a rock, with all the shifting and squirming being done to dodge tickles or elbows, and good for him, because the ruckus is escalating, Tim swooping over to grab Koby’s forearms and pin them down. ]
Quit jabbing. Lincoln dies. John Wilkes Booth shoots him in the theater. Sorry.
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Quit jabbing. Lincoln dies. John Wilkes Booth shoots him in the theater. Sorry.