32We ended up in the bedroom but not for anything fun. “I’m a writer,” I began, talkingrapidly. Jean-Claude's hands tensed and the movement brought my attention back to Belle. He did look like he was floating.
Nimdok went off in thedarkness by himself for long times. “C’mon, Author, let’s get goin’, your bail came through. Whatever his staring eyes saw, it was nothing in this room. I touched his face, which made him jump.
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