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" Whack! His giant hand slapped my back. My eyeballs nearly rolled across the floor. “Thanks a lot, you guys!” Bigs shouted. “Thanks a million! Thanks a . . . thanks . . . a . . . gazillion!” Then he walked away. I mean, maybe he walked. I don’t know for sure. The big lug was so happy he might have floated away on fluffy white clouds.
I looked at Mila. She shrugged back at me. “I had to tell him something,” she explained.
“I guess,” I said.
“Bigs is a little rough,” Mila observed.
“Yeah, I noticed,” I said, rubbing my chest. "
― James Preller , The Case of the Great Sled Race (Jigsaw Jones, #8)