I found something" Simon said as he walked in. He whipped out an old-fashioned key from his pocket and grinned at me. "It was taped to the back of my dresser drawer. What do you think? Buried treasure? Secret passageway? Locked room where they keep crazy old Aunt Edna?" "It probaly unlocks another dresser," Tori said. "One they threw out fifty years ago." "Its tragic, being born without an imagination. Do they hold telethons for that?
Kelley ArmstrongA stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of the population appears to conform to it.
Kelley ArmstrongCommon courtesy dictates that we never drain the lifeblood of anyone to whom we've been formally introduced.
Kelley ArmstrongTell me when you want to pick it up again." "Tell me when Satan starts a snowball fight." "I'll do that. Lunch?
Kelley ArmstrongWas it a camp?" Daniel asked. Sean nodded. "A naturist camp." "Maya will feel right at home", Corey said from his spot on a wooden lawn chair. Daniel sputtered a laugh and Sean tried to hide his. "Naturist, not naturalist," I said. "It means nudist." Corey leaped up and spun. "You mean old, naked butts sat on those chairs?
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