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know nothing about this.” Father Jeremy continued his peroration about sin and duty and repentance, but Rachel fixated on his clerical collar. It reminded her of that despicable studded leather thing George put on her that time. She shouldn’t have. She really shouldn’t have. She should have treated him with at least as much courtesy as she extended to the ants. But she looked at the young priest with his receding hairline and prim expression, turned him around, gave him a nudge and locked the door behind him. If you’re going to be excommunicated, might as well do it up right. Andrea and Sophie were absorbed in which contestant knew who shot Alexander Hamilton, but Harry had not missed a thing. Over the next week, bits and pieces of their environment found new meaning and function, thanks to Harry. He took the round gear from an old eggbeater and fixed it to the cardboard box with Super Glue, something Rachel had forbidden him many times from touching. Around the gear he drew stars and arrows and dozens of question marks. A clothes dryer knob he’d found in the junk drawer became the dial for Difficulty Settings. His bicycle reflector, a ballpoint pen spring, and a Cracker Jack compass completed the control panel. Harry salvaged mosquito


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