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“Tobias?” I yelled up to him. He was riding the breeze, almost stationary above us. He spilled air and dropped down closer. “Sorry to keep sending you out for things, but can you get a seagull?”
“Alive?” Cassie added.
<Can I grab a gull? Puh-leeze. Can Michael Jordan hit a three-pointer? They’re just rats with wings.>

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Tobias actually did appear just then, carrying a squirming, kicking, flapping, very, very annoyed seagull in his talons.
<That was actually fun,> Tobias said with a laugh. <Snatched him out of midair while he was diving on some guy’s sandwich. And, as much as I so did not want to, I acquired the gull. David’s not the only one without a gull morph.>