Frustration was my constant companion. I wanted to scream. "What the he-eck are we supposed to do I asked Fang.
He looked at me, and I could tell he was mulling over the problem. He held out a small waxed-paper bag.
Peanut?
He looked at me, and I could tell he was mulling over the problem. He held out a small waxed-paper bag.
Peanut?
( James Patterson )
[ Maximum Ride The Angel ]
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