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Crystal at on a pile of boxes, fighting back tears. That was 2 weeks wort of food he had run off with, more food thn her and Trista had ever gotten before. Why now? Why can't stupid people like him just keep to themselves? Crystal's eyes widened as a familiar voice rang like a bell in the back of her mind. Don't give up, Crystal-dear. You have Trista and Tracks. We will be back in a few days. Be strong. Good luck. Good-bye. Crystal clenched her fist. Mom. She never came back. She had died. Why?
Trista slid down the rest of the ladder and plopped onto the ground. She felt a feeling she had never felt before. A voice chimed in her ear, familiar, yet far from it. Young Trista. Poor, Young, Innocent Trista. I am sorry my sweetheart. I will not return. Good-bye. Good luck. Be strong. SHe shook her head loose from the trance and remembered instantly who had said these words. Dad. Why? WHy did he leave knowing he would die? The questions puzzled Trista as she walked back over to the others.

which book?

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Trista hopped over the second building and stopped. We can't catch him. She sighed and called out at Tracks. "Tracks! Stop! No more!" She jumped back across the buildings and started down the ladder.
Tracks slowed and whimpered. He bounded a few steps back and then walked the rest of the way to Crystal and Trista.

Trista gulped and yelled, "Tracks g-!"
Tracks was already off at a head start, blazing after the truck like he was in the final stretch of a race. He snarled, a rumble deep in his throught sounding off like a starting deisel enguine.
Trista pointed forward and nodded at Crystal. She ran to the ladder and hoisted herself to the top of the building. Crystal took off slowly, but gradually built of speed, ater the truck.

i didnt finish the test by one question and i kno i got at least one wrong

NO, I looked at www.translate.reference.com Ha!

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it was...I didn't finish number 25

*takes one tat looks like a lung* Num-num. This one tastes like...CHEESEY!

Thanks. Thats a compliment

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Trista flinched and blinked. "I've ben robbed before and heard sob story after sob story."
Crystal scowled. "What do you expect from a Gymnist and a Parkour Master with a Frisbee Dog?"
Tracks nodded gingerly and panted, sinking into his front paws.

*chews on chewy cookie* I like the heart shaped ones. They are like actual hearts. THEY TASTE LIKE CANDEH!

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Edward Freak

Trista shook her head. "It's hard enough for my and my sister to work for our own food, you know?"
Crystal nodded. "We have the greatest protection, but that doesn't always bring dinner to the table, now does it?"
Tracks snorted.

New Year Book Editor

Cat Hater

Trista snapped her fingers and flicked Tracks muzzle.
Tracks stifled a whimper and stepped back a step, the growling seased.
Crystal shook her head. "That's no excuse..."
Trista nodded in agreement to Claire. "WHy didn't you just ask?"

*eats girlscout* It's chewy!

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House Maid

Trista nodded. "Whe we got home, our house was trashed and the fridge was bare. Thanks to Tracks, we spotted him in time to chase him."
Crystal moved gradually over to Trista's side.
Tracks's growl grew into a rumble deep in his throat, like a motorcycle. His snarl sounded off as a jittery howl instead. His eyes met Lonny in a challenge and Threat.
Trista looked at Trakcks and then back t Lonny. "Spill. Spill you guts about what happened or I release my police dog."
Crystal nodded curtly, still feeling aprehensive about the situation.
"Do it!" Trista commanded. "You either talk or there will be violence."