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filled buckets shaped like jack-o’-lanterns. One was a superhero, another a princess. Another wore a hairy, wolfish mask.
Milo felt a chill, remembering the beasts he and Lucy had encountered the previous month. He pulled his cashmere overcoat close. Maybe I should call for a ride home...
His stepmother had dropped him off less than an hour ago. Hopefully she was still free to come pick him up. If she hasn’t gone to a book club, or a wine tasting, or a Mercedes-only drag race.
Milo pulled out his latest smartphone, which was protected by a shatter and waterproof case. No reception, yet again. This town’s infrastructure is seriously subpar. The only mobile Milo had seen get reliable reception in the Big Crater Valley was his father’s military-grade device. Seems I’ll be walking home. Oh joy.
The road curved, turning into a bridge over the
rapidly flowing Ungula river. To get home, Milo
calculated, he would need to follow the river
north, then travel halfway round the enormous
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