“What are you doing?” Sharkie asked. They froze, the world rushing back in. Sunlight. Couch. Birds. Morning. Kid in a shark onesie home from a field trip. They locked eyes. Busted. I think? “Staring contest,” Lily said, proud that her voice sounded even and nonchalant. Bel’s eyes crinkled and gleamed with new mischief. “I’m winning,” he said without looking away. “Why are you lying down though?” Sharkie sounded skeptical.
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