“How did he look?” Ben interjected. “Did he look alright?” “Yeah, man. I guess. Yeah, he looked alright.” “Tell me what he looked like. Was he scared?” “No. No, it didn’t seem like he was scared. That was the weird thing,” Marty said nervously. “His face was…was like a painting or something. It was just all froze up.” “What do you mean?” Marty cleared his throat, trying to pick his words discriminately. “I don’t know how to put it exactly. His face was just blank—like he was wearing a mask or something, but it wasn’t no mask. It was like he was staring at something really far away, like he
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