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===Chapter 40=== |
===Chapter 40=== |
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{{quote|I spent the next hour or so slumped at Tia’s desk in the meeting room, the huge window looming over me like a roommate who just heard you unwrap a bag of toffee-pulls.|}} |
{{quote|I spent the next hour or so slumped at Tia’s desk in the meeting room, the huge window looming over me like a roommate who just heard you unwrap a bag of toffee-pulls.|}} |
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− | {{quote|My thoughts kept turning back to her over and over, like a penguin who couldn’t be convinced that these plastic fish weren’t real.|}} |
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− | ===Chapter 42=== |
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− | {{quote|She was dressed in the same retro-punk style from before, a leather jacket with pieces of metal jutting out of it, like it was wrapping paper that had been pulled tight around a death machine.|}} |
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− | ===Chapter 45=== |
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− | {{quote|“Just try to keep the radio from getting too wet,” Mizzy said. “Old technology doesn’t mix well with water.”<br> |
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− | “Understood,” I said back. “I’ll treat it like a giant, angry, man-eating dragon.”|}} |
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− | {{quote|Here, translucent tentacles of water wove between the trunks of trees like the prehensile stalks of some enormous, many-eyed slug.|}} |
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− | ===Epilogue=== |
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− | {{quote|“The theory makes sense,” I said, blushing. “It’s like oatmeal on pancakes.”|}} |