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The aproned kids were chatting happily—like people ere eating well, Bug thought bitterly—as they sliced open the fish and, with uts into big, white plastic tubs

Others then took the cleaned fish, cut off their heads and tails, and scraped the scales fro water

Bug hated fish Really, really hated it But he would have given anything, done anything, to have a plate full of fried fish Ketchup would have helped, but even without it, even knowing that ketchupplate of hot anything seemed wonderful

Itwant to swoon Fish! Fried, steamed, microwaved, he didn’t care

Bug considered his options He could grab a fish and run But although people couldn’t see hih the store and out the door And those kids at the door and on the roof probably weren’t good shots, but they didn’t have to be when they were firing uns

He could try to conceal a fish down his pants or under his shirt But that assu knives were slow to react

A kid Bug recognized cah at one point, he’d been with Caine

“Hey, guys,” Quinn said “How’s it going?”

“We’re almost done,” one answered

“We had a good day, huh?” Quinn said There was obvious pride in his tone “Did you guys all get some to eat?”

“It was, like, the irl said fervently She almost choked up with emotion “I never even used to like fish”

Quinn patted her on the shoulder “Ah”

“Can I take some home for my little brother?”

Quinn looked pained “Albert says no I know this looks like a lot of fish, but it wouldn’t even be a mouthful per person in the FAYZ We want to wait till we have some more frozen And…”

“And what?”