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- [“]We are their one chance, Bing! In my years as the keeper of Christmasland, I have saved some seventy children, and it is my feverish wish to save a hundred more before I am done.”
- The car rushed through the cold, cavernous dark. Bing moved his lips, counting to himself.
- “Seventy,” he murmured. “I thought you only rescue one child a year. Maybe two.”
- “Yes,” Manx said. “That is about right.”
- “But . . . how old are you?” Bing asked.
- Manx grinned sidelong at him—revealing that crowded mouthful of sharp brown teeth. “My work keeps me young. Finish your cocoa, Bing.”
- - Spicy Menace: The Road to Christmasland
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