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Milo’s face.
“Gah!” He felt around the boat and pulled up
a fist-sized rock. “Who threw this?” His voice echoed across the silent depths. There was no response. He looked up, half-expecting to see the drone-snatching owl taunting him from above, but he saw nothing but celestial objects in a sparsely clouded sky.
Something moved to the right of the boat, distorting the moon’s reflection on the water. Milo swore he could hear the faint sound of laughter.
“Who’s there?”
The boat rocked as something brushed against
it from underneath. Something big. Panicked, Milo started rowing with all his might. He was startlingly aware that his craft was now dipping perilously low under the weight of the growing puddle. He was sinking.
Note to self. He panted, red-faced. Never go out
in Sticky Pines alone. He was practically flying
through the water now. Never go out in Sticky Uncorrected Sample
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