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"Would you like to be a pallbearer," Shannie asked, her right hand twisting her hair while her left danced over her sketchpad The April sun chased the last chill fro sentry duty between the Ortolan's backyard and Fernere threatening bloo, birds dipped and weaved across the cobalt sky I watched a Robin land on the Ortolan's lawn, make short thrift of a worm and fly off Only the Sandstone and Granite e of season, for them it's alinter

"For whom?" I asked, distracted by the ht of last suets for his BB gun I wasn't a threat to the love birds, I didn't co the nearest telephone pole Count was fatal, killing both with a single shot "How did you do that?" I cried "It's all in the touch," he blew his fingertips

"For me," she chirped She looked up fro?" I asked

"Sure am Want you to help?"

"Whatever," I returned to the book I was struggling to read English assignments suck

"You know the kid whose fahed trying to concentrate on reading "What about him?"

"I think he's cute Think you could tell him I like him?"

Steve Lucas! I wanted to scream! What a dork! Stained teeth and pail skin, banner combination Count said the only way soest formaldehyde If it wasn't for his discolored teeth it would be ian Beady brown eyes shifted under his out-of-date Beatles haircut

"Are you feeling okay?" I dropped the book onto ood as to her eyes off her sketch My Bug - the optimist

"What do you see in hi and looked into Fernwood "He seeaze toshit, about as popular to"

Shannie laughed I didn't

"You're jealous," Shannie chided

"Jealous Not!" I lied "Worried? You bet!"

"Worried? Do tell"