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Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned.

Grover: "That's us. Those five nuts right there."
Percy: "Which one is me?"
Zoe: "The little deformed one."
Percy: "Oh, shut up."

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