She uttered a little ejaculative note of joy and rushed to the bed. She felt her chest trying to float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged, into the hands of God. I cannot turn into a bat. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt.
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