Anyway GONE. My goal in writing GONE To creep you out. To make you stay up all night reading then roll into school tired the next day so that you totally blow the big test and end up dropping out of school. GONE. Imagine a world where every adult vanishes in an instant.
Michael GrantAh. Yeah, that would be better. Have you ever driven a bus?" Caine shook his head. "No, I have not." "Strangely enough," Sam said, remembering the long ago moment of terror and competence that had earned him the nicknames School Bus Sam, "I have.
Michael GrantCaine met Diana's disbelieving gaze and laughed aloud. "Why so gloomy? Doesn't every little girl want to grow up to be a queen?" "Princess," Diana said. "So, you got a promotion," Caine said.
Michael GrantThe point is,โ Caine continued, โyou and I share something in common, Sam. We were born just three minutes apart.โ Sam felt a tingle go up his spine. โThree minutes,โ Caine said, moving closer. โYou go first. And then me.โ โNo,โ Sam said. โIt canโt be.โ โIt can,โ Caine said. โIt is. And you areโฆ brother.
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