...Or 'unfinished writing attempts'
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“Where, in the entire Fibonacci sequence, is she!?!”
Crissy shouted in frustration.
“Fibo – what?” Kiki chuckled. “You should know by now, Crissy, that Alyx,
as a model, must have at least- - Hey!”
Crissy yanked Kiki’s arm as she bent to glance at
her (Kiki’s) cat’s eye encrusted watch.
“She should have been here 1,620 seconds ago!”
Crissy said waving Kiki’s arm around.
“Stop! Stop!” Kiki wailed. “You’re ripping my arm
off.”
“Sorry, sorry.
But I really have to be at the secretary’s office to plead my case of
having at least one subject that deals with science – I am even willing to
concede with having ridiculous biology.”
“Ridiculous biology!” Kiki said. “Hey, missy, there
is nothing ridi—“
“Cut it you guys,” I said as I strolled towards them
after parking my bicycle at the rails.
“Your voices are way too loud.
Don’t worry, I looked and saw that she would be here in three
minutes. The driver’s being careful. And
Crissy,” as I stopped what she was going to say, “that would defeat the purpose
of your parents of having you socialize with the other kids instead of you
being in a workshop surrounded by futuristic inventions that mankind is not
ready to receive.”
I watched as she pursed her lips and looked away.
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