I named my camel Katrina. She was a natural disaster. She slobbered everywhere and seemed to think the purple streak in my hair was some kind of exotic fruit. She was obsessed with trying to eat my head. I named Walt's camel Hindenburg. He was almost as large as a zeppelin and definitely as full of gas.
Rick RiordanHephaestus glowered up at us. โI didnโt make you, did I?โ Uh,โ Annabeth said, โno, sir.โ Good,โ the god grumbled. โShoddy workmanship.
Rick RiordanI canโt believe how much this place has grown,โ Hazel muttered. The taxi driver grinned in the rearview mirror. โBeen a long time since you visited, miss?โ โAbout seventy years,โ Hazel said. The driver slid the glass partition closed and drove on in silence.
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