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"Numbers...  all these frigging numbers!"  The boy grabbed his head in both hands, clenching them hard against his hair.  Strands of hair stuck up in clumps as he pulled his hands away, a few that had torn loose still entwined around his fingers.  "All these damn numbers!" "Calm yourself," Paco stated from across the room.  He hadn't yelled - it was his usual tone of voice, only louder.  Anyone who had been around Paco probably would have been used to it, but most people thought that it was somewhat unusual - it seemed as though Paco's tone and inflection never changed, only his volume.  He could project loud enough to cover a medium-sized a