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“We could use a curious mind like yours at the Sentinel, Sladan. If you could stick to earthly matters, I think you’d make a great reporter. Nothing about mermaids or Sasquatches, though. The Sentinel is a serious paper.”
Lucy shrugged. “Well. If you don’t want me to write about anything interesting, what’s the point?” She headed for the house.
“Suit yourself,” Gertie called after her.
Back in the living room, Tex was surrounded by a group of kids cheering wildly. He was facing off against Joey in an epic fighting game showdown. Sweat beaded on his fuzzy upper lip as his pigtailed schoolgirl avatar did a running kick that sent Joey’s mech-suited warrior flying helplessly into the void. The crowd roared as the
schoolgirl struck a victory pose. Tex took a bow, then spotted Lucy.
Handing his controller to the nearest eager hand, he pushed his way through the throng to join her in the kitchen.
“Fish wouldn’t talk to me,” she told him, “but
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