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I did score a job offer.” She tore into a strip of taffy.
“I figured,” Tex sighed. “He left the party a minute ago.”
“He left? Because of me?” Talk about an overreaction. “His house is pretty far from here. Maybe we should go after him.”
Tex patted Lucy’s arm. “Leave the boy alone, Lucille. This is Sticky Pines. He will be perfectly safe.”
“Right...” said Lucy. I suppose that plague of monsters has been alleviated. She glanced nervously at the front door. What could possibly go wrong?
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