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The Sixth Worm - Billy gulped it triumphantly, serene, untroubled. By the door Alan his mind racing: He's gonna do it, he'll win, what'll I do? Fifty dollars. Joe sat on an overturned pale, whistling, gazing carelessly about. What had gon wrong. Why had he not cracked. Outside, Tom lurked sheepishly in the bushes...
What is third person - omniscient?