Um, there's a girl meeting her friend,' he went on. 'Her friend is giving her an ice-cream cone. Oh-it's dripping. Huh. It, uh, dripped on her...chest.' Iggy drew in a hissing breath. It's gonna stain for sure,' the Gasman said. 'That's chocolate.' Hmm,' Fang said, watching, the girl dab at her chest with a paper napkin.
James PattersonFang and I searched in every way we could think of and found a million institutes of one kind or another, in Manhattan and throughout New York state, but none of them seemed promising. My favorite? The Institute for Realizing Your Pet's Inner Potential. Anyone who can explain that to me, drop a line.
James PattersonDonโt ever leave me again,โ I said in a tiny voice. I wonโt,โ he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. โI wonโt. Not ever.โ And just like that, a cold shard of ice that had been inside my chest ever since weโd split up-well, it just disappeared. I felt myself relax for the first time in I donโt known how long. The wind was chilly, but the sun was bright, and my whole flock was together. Fang and I were together. Excuse me? Iโm alive too.โ Iggyโs plaintive voice made me pull back.
James PattersonYou can help each other, Max, said the unwelcome voice. You're perfect complements to each other. "Shut up!" I hissed under my breath, and Dylan looked startled. "I didn't say anything." Gritting my teeth, I nodded. "No, I know. It's just-" I decided to take a risk and stare him down. "I hear voices, okay? If you're gonna be here, get used to it. Or else keep your distance.
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