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Simple Gifts
Feb. 16th, 2011 10:54 pmThe Saturday before Valentine's, Ames returned from running errands to find a bright pink bakery box sitting on her doormat.
Her first thought was to pick it up. Her second thought, which had paid just a bit more attention in class, led her to kneel on the floor of the hallway and (gently, gently) press her ear to the cardboard, listening for clicking, humming, or any other sounds baked goods should not be making. She didn't hear anything, but that didn't mean much when it came to explosives. That's what Brody had told her, anyway.
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Her first thought was to pick it up. Her second thought, which had paid just a bit more attention in class, led her to kneel on the floor of the hallway and (gently, gently) press her ear to the cardboard, listening for clicking, humming, or any other sounds baked goods should not be making. She didn't hear anything, but that didn't mean much when it came to explosives. That's what Brody had told her, anyway.
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