Mike chortled. \"So John, are you two lovebirds going to the Junior Prom or what?\" He paused, smirking. Behind her stood Caliban, chuckling to himself, and grinning from ear to ear. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. She waited expectantly. I'm no great judge of these articles, Ma'am; but I trust to your honour not to palm off paste upon me. Good-bye, aunt.
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