“What Alain’s trying to say is that we’ve been caught by surprise. ”Aunt Cord, her face white and shocked and furious, had leaned across the table and slapped her. The apple-tart smell of graf filled the shed. Someone was here, all right, invading her secret place at the worst possible time.
Probably climbing a tree, just before you joined us, in an all-out effort to avoid becoming snack-food for a robot bear. There were likely ghosts. “When I’m travelling through the Land of Oz in my new Takuro Spirit, I drink Nozz-A-La!” he proclaimed. Another you may see in tin, and a fourth is boxed within.
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