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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 11, 2006 10:45:23 GMT -5
"We're running from Fiona, Phil, and Fernald."
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 11, 2006 14:17:12 GMT -5
"Bah!" Sunny cried which meant, "Look! Here they come!"
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 11, 2006 14:18:53 GMT -5
"Uh-oh."
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 11, 2006 14:20:06 GMT -5
Fiona, Phil, and Fernald came running towards them, furious they had been knocked out by flying pots and pans.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 11, 2006 14:20:47 GMT -5
Quigley looked at Sunny. What should we do?
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 11, 2006 14:46:58 GMT -5
With these new powers, what can't we do? Sunny grinned.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 11, 2006 15:09:19 GMT -5
Quigkey grinned back.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 12, 2006 0:19:27 GMT -5
Fiona, Phil, and Fernald were running towards them when suddenly...
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 12, 2006 0:22:26 GMT -5
Quigley's wheelchair broke down! He crashed.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 12, 2006 1:13:40 GMT -5
Sunny could see he needed help. They were getting closer. What could she do? Get up, she thought. Get up... As if pulled up from a string, Quigley stood up, his legs now not needing the wheelchair.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 12, 2006 1:14:41 GMT -5
Thanks, Sunny, he thought.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 12, 2006 1:19:36 GMT -5
You're welcome, Sunny replied back. Yet the threat of Fiona, Phil, and Fernald was still present.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 12, 2006 1:21:15 GMT -5
"Alright, people, move!" Sunny, do you think you can lift us all up? he asked.
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Post by Claire de Cerises on Mar 12, 2006 1:30:50 GMT -5
I'll try. Sunny responded. Sunny thought especially hard about what she need to do.
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Post by twistedbrain on Mar 12, 2006 10:16:50 GMT -5
Okay, because we can move faster if we "fly".
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