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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 5, 2006 0:11:51 GMT -5
Sunny shrugged. At least she wasn't the only clairvoyant around.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 5, 2006 0:12:47 GMT -5
Quigley, of course, knew what she was thinking and smiled at her.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 5, 2006 0:15:59 GMT -5
Sunny smiled back. The next thing you know, they'll be able to communicate via ESP and not have to talk at all.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 5, 2006 0:16:47 GMT -5
He liked that idea. They arrived at the hospital where Quigley would have his legs amputated.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 5, 2006 0:23:54 GMT -5
His legs have to be amputated? She thought.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 5, 2006 0:25:49 GMT -5
Yeah, they do, he thought back.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 5, 2006 0:27:57 GMT -5
This is too weird. Sunny thought. But at least I don't have to talk with one syllable words.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 5, 2006 0:29:16 GMT -5
True, true, he thought, and smiled.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 5, 2006 0:29:52 GMT -5
Sunny grinned back. Maybe this telepathy thing wasn't so bad after all. Who knows what powers they will gain next?
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 5, 2006 0:30:59 GMT -5
He shrugged. The doctors came back and took him for surgery.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 5, 2006 0:36:18 GMT -5
Sunny looked on, worried and uncertain.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 5, 2006 0:38:12 GMT -5
Over the next two hours, Quigley kept a constant stream of communication with Sunny, right up until the surgery. Then they knocked him out.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 5, 2006 0:45:46 GMT -5
Sunny instantly knew something was wrong. The men in surgical masks ripped off their disguises to reveal....
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 5, 2006 0:47:14 GMT -5
Fiona, Fernald, and Phil appeared.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 5, 2006 0:51:19 GMT -5
Sunny gasped.
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