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“[i]So where were you trying to go?[/i]” Clay asked in his low gravelly voice. “[i]Guessing it wouldn’t let you leave yet?[/i]” His eyebrows raised with the question but he was examining his bandages.
[i]”Glad it didn’t.”[/i] he mumbled softly.

Then he didn’t have much to say, or do for that matter. He just lean back on the bar and looked about.