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‘A hundred and seventy two multiplied by thirteen,’ Tyler gasped. ‘Two thousand two hundred and thirty six.’ ‘You’re not supposed to bloody tell me. I’m trying to distract myself.’ He opened one eye and glared at Haris. ‘How come you can still think straight? How come you can work it out that fast?’ ‘Good at maths, good at multi-tasking, just good.’ Tyler groaned. ‘Well, see if you can count to ten before I come. Anything over ten is a miracle.’
