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It was one of those days. Professor Bernice Summerfield attempted to manoeuvre her awkwardly placed limbs into a more comfortable position, but there are only so many ways of making an uneven cave a tolerable resting place. And Benny had unfortunately tried all two of them.
“Bugger! My tent’s ripped, the site is flooded, I’ve probably lost Brax’s shuttle, all my equipment is gone except one trowel, AND there’s a triple solar eclipse that I missed because I’m hiding in this cave from the surprise torrential rainstorm.”
Benny breathed out, tenderly scratching behind Wolsey’s ears.
“At least I have you.”
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