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- The dummy had been folded up inside the bag. Dad set it down flat on the worktable and carefully unfolded the arms and legs. He looked like a surgeon starting an operation.
- “I found this one in a trash can,” he told us. “Do you believe someone just threw it away?”
- He tilted the dummy up so we could see it. I followed Dan up to the worktable to get a better look.
- “The head was split in two,” Dad said, placing one hand at the back of the dummy’s neck. “But it took two seconds to repair it. Just a little glue.”
- ...
- I moved my lips silently as I struggled to read them. Then I read the words out loud: “Karru marri odonna loma molonu karrano.”
- Dan’s mouth dropped open. “Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” he cried.
- He grabbed the paper from my hand. “I think you read it upside down!”
- “No way!” I protested.
- I glanced down at the dummy.
- The glassy blue eyes stared up at me.
- Then the right eye slowly closed. The dummy winked at me.
- And then his left hand shot straight up—and slapped me in the face.
- - Night of the Living Dummy III, chapter 2
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