"Thinking of You"<BR>
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"What are you looking for in there?"<BR>
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"I swear, Jane, I put my eraser in my bookbag after Barch's class...now it's gone."<BR>
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"What's up with you, Morgendorffer? You've got some kind of "losing-things" disease lately."<BR>
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"I know. Oh, it's driving me nuts!"<BR>
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"C'mon, I think there's one in the kitchen. We'll get a soda."<BR>
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Unseen eyes followed the girls as they headed downstairs. A door closed.<BR>
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Hands moved a pile of dirty laundry blocking the closet door. Opened, it revealed a shrine. The glow from Christmas tree lights glanced off the the eraser as it joined a photograph, a coin purse, a pencil, a bootlace, a plaster cast of a finger bone --<BR>
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The phone quacked, making his heart race. The door was slammed, laundry kicked before it.<BR>
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"Hello?"<BR>
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"Okay, fine...the button and the math homework for the coin purse."<BR>
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"No way, Upchuck."<BR>