Mm... [Coby frowned tightly, this being the part of their conversation which bridged into his other threads. Coby, leaning against a rock to think, accidentally smashed the upper part of it with his opened palm.
He was covered in dust and grit, a handful of it in his palm.]
...Mister Yuri, I think I understand what happened!
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He was covered in dust and grit, a handful of it in his palm.]
...Mister Yuri, I think I understand what happened!