Unfortunately, every time someone said โdebriefing,โ the entire flock had one image: someoneโs tighty-whities disappearing in a flash. We were smothering our giggles, but it was getting harder. Coupled with the whole โnaval this, and naval that,โ with its undeniable belly-button connotations, we were essentially turning into a sugar-jacked, sleep-deprived flock of incoherent, silly, recombinant-DNA goofballs. This was not going to end well.
James PattersonGreat, they give blind kids guns," I said, trying to lessen his horror. "I don't even let Iggy have a gun. Usually.
James PattersonHi, Max," she said, pushing her shades up onto her curls. "I hope your wearing sunscreen," i said, โyour gonna have hella wrinkles by the time your ten.โ โWant some daiquiri?โ she offered, pointing at a blender. โIs it traitor flavored?โ I asked.
James PattersonThere was something I needed to say. โSorry. About before.โ Fang shot a sideways glance at me, his eyes dark and inscrutable, as always. He looked back out at the water. I didnโt expect any more acknowledgment than that. Fang never- โYou almost gave me a heart attack,โ he said quietly. โWhen I saw you, and all that blood . . .โ He threw a small rock as hard as he could down the beach. โIโm sorry.โ โDonโt do it again,โ he said. I swallowed hard. โI wonโt.โ Something changed right then, but I didnโt know what.
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