Emery cut in impatiantly, "For crying out loud. Who do you think you are, Nancy Drew?"
Hey," I snapped, because no one sniped at my sister but me, and Mark echoed with a stern "Chill, dude."
Phin was unperturbed. "Those books were highly unrealistic. Do you have any idea how much brain damage a person would have if she were hit on the head and drugged with chloroform that often?

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