Christopher K.

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“Twaddle”—her gaze flicked sharply to Alex—“minutes.” He jumped. “Oh. Um. Yes. Absolutely. Does anybody have a pen?” “Over there. Underneath the Chrysochroa fulminans.” “Splendid.” Alex had the eyes of Bambi’s mother. Possibly after she’d been shot.
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