Okay, okay. [ Hurriedly he holds up his hands, dumps the skates. They fall to the snow in a heap. He swipes the bottle of goo, though—pocketing it as he takes a last look at the lake. What if someone out there broke a leg?
Nah. The sound was too close. Way too close.
Jimmy scrambles to his feet, stepping behind the log as if that'll protect him. His voice has risen to a loud hiss. ] C'mon, what're you waiting for!
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Nah. The sound was too close. Way too close.
Jimmy scrambles to his feet, stepping behind the log as if that'll protect him. His voice has risen to a loud hiss. ] C'mon, what're you waiting for!