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A noise, above. I look up into darkness, and am pissed upon the urine patters down upon me, softly clanging off the helmet and hissing into the water.
Need us some air, he says, as much to himself as to the two seated on his bunk, the gray-haired man and the boy with his head down, lost in the helmet again.
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