poor guy...
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He had snaked his right arm up underneath his coat and it was moving rhythmically.-snip-
PUT IT AWAY AND GET OUT!
He dropped the box he'd been holding and whipped around, eyes huge with astonishment.
He had been scratching his stomach.
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