[ Curtis was just minding his business. Carrying sandbags. Doing his part, you know? Except one moment his back's turned and there's an entire section that needs sandbags, and then when he turns around again, there's a wall there. A wall made of stone. A wall that was definitely not there a few seconds ago.
He stares, open-mouthed, taking off his glasses to wipe the rain from them. But when he puts them back on, the wall is still there. So Curtis takes a few steps towards it, ignoring the cold rain beating down on his head and shoulders. He points a finger at the wall, glancing around him, asks in a loud voice: ]
Where'd that wall come from? I swear that wasn't there, like, ten seconds ago. It wasn't there, right?
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He stares, open-mouthed, taking off his glasses to wipe the rain from them. But when he puts them back on, the wall is still there. So Curtis takes a few steps towards it, ignoring the cold rain beating down on his head and shoulders. He points a finger at the wall, glancing around him, asks in a loud voice: ]
Where'd that wall come from? I swear that wasn't there, like, ten seconds ago. It wasn't there, right?