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Training Brockwell wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. This was mainly because Gemma finally had a suitable outlet for all her stress. “What the hell is this bullshit?” She brandished his report at him. “If this is how they do it over in organized crimes, I oughta sic the fucking inquiry committee on their asses. And look at this. What is this word? ‘Attend’? You didn’t even cross the t’s. I don’t read your mind, Brockwell. I look at this word and I see ‘allend’. What the hell does that mean, Brockwell? I’m not going to allend a meeting, am I? I know that ‘dot your i’s and cross your t’s’ is just a saying, but in your case I think there might be some literal merit, huh?” Brockwell, for his part, was taking it like a champ, and if …show more content…

Gemma had bought him a heavy wooden dowel which he practiced with every morning, but it didn’t feel at all right in his hands. New scars had been added to his collection. Crescent moons in the middle of his palm from when he would clench his fists when it all got too much. Nothing to do, Thorin searched the bookshelves once more. He’d read most of the old poetry anthologies that had belonged to Gemma’s father already. So Thorin dragged out the battered leather case and cardboard box which occupied the lowest shelf. A record player, Gemma called it. Old technology, though it seemed just as futuristic to Thorin. And, according to Gemma, gave better sound. Not all things old were worse. The box contained thin paper sleeves protecting large black discs, which exclaimed names like “The Rolling Stones”, “The Clash”, and “Talking Heads”. That was Gemma’s music. He’d tried listening to it before, but it had been difficult. He was trying to keep an open mind, but Thorin had never been a very open person, and Gemma’s punk rock was just too different from anything he’d ever known. Shockingly so. It was frightening music, with wailing guitars and… unconventional singing. Gemma had admitted to him that it wasn’t the most popular of music anymore, here on Earth. Thorin had also listened to “pop” music, and he hadn’t really enjoyed that either, because the music didn’t even sound like it was being made by real instruments. So far, he’d only enjoyed some of the classical stuff that

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