‘What if…’ I said slowly, ‘we propped that up against the wall… Use this trashcan lid as a shield… Right, you try and hit the mattress with the ball and I’ll defend it.’ That’s why you should sign up to the National Novel Writing Month. 1992, summer. The magic is gone. Ptsch! Get to it!
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