There they sat, three feet away from each other, texting each other. EE peered over their shoulders, trying to read.
LOL ROFL! LOL LOL LOL!
That settled it, then. EE hefted the book, an autographed copy of _Milton’s Guide to Garden Slugs_, and smashed Stacey’s head before she could finish another ROFL. Ezra didn’t even notice, not until he received a hefty dose of concussion as well. It was a bit late by then.
“What are you doing, EE?”
EE spun around, book in hand, then sighed. “Justice, Officer Cob
Published on April 26, 2009 07:04