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- And then, at long last, just as I began to access what I had missed, he nodded to the tiger. “Sorry, Mom,” he said to me. “But we have to make it look realistic.”
- The tiger’s paw moved, withdrew, and left behind four deep, bleeding gashes in my good arm. Another too-fast-to-see movement and the Andalite slashed a shallow groove down my cheek.
- “Has to look like you fought,” Marco, cold, calculating Marco said as his throat choked off the words and his eyes went blind with tears.
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