’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me. ” “I am your friend,” he said slowly, “whatever you may have to tell me. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’ ‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall. ’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms. Sometimes I try to talk. He arrived at 6:29 sharp on the night of the Junior Prom.
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