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[A few minutes later, Blake is looking up at the cloudless sky, the damp patches on his shoulders steaming gently.]
[After a rare, long while of thought, he comes to a conclusion:]
Huh.
That was something, all right.
[He goes back inside. He grabs a beer and settles down to let whatever it is that's going on blow over.]
[He flicks through TV channels and, after a while, settles on cartoons.]
[Hell. You don't have to be an adult all the damn time.]