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She’d e-mailed me the picture after spring break,
HE PRINTED IT OUT AND PUT IT IN HIS NOTEBOOK
Men are pigs, Percy Jackson.
“Reeet!” I protested, trying to scratch her,
I mean, she looked good. Really good. I probably would’ve been tongue-tied if I could’ve said anything except reet, reet, reet
I wanted to scream at her that this wasn’t the time for taking supplements! She had to draw the sword!
“I’m glad you’re not a guinea pig.” “Me, too.” I hoped my face wasn’t as red as it felt.
“Oh y-yes! You don’t want to eat me raw. You’ll get E coli and botulism and all sorts of horrible things. I’ll taste much better grilled over a slow fire.
The good news: he dropped Annabeth. The bad news: he dropped her headfirst onto the rocks, where she lay motionless as a rag doll.
The guinea pig inside me wanted to bolt.
