Labels:text | screenshot | font | yellow | number OCR: 11 Almost falling in surprise Johnny turned, a little too quickly, and regarded the speaker with wary, fearful eyes. Twenty years in Emain had taught him the meaning of real fear. The man looked and sounded human enough, although from his present perspective it was impossible to be certain. One thing he did know was that if the man got any closer he would see the signs, and wonder that the hell he was looking at. Then there would be questions. "Yeah," Johnny croaked dry mouthed. "No problem." "Had one too many at the Wood Pigeon, did you?" The stranger asked affably. Still advancing he noticed the state of the other's clothing. "Bloody hell! You fell in the pond. I keep saying we should put some sort of fence around it, but nobody wants to listen." He shrugged. "Can I give you a hand?" "No ...
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