preface THE WORDS WERE LIKE white-hot knives plunging into Tom's skin.

preface

THE WORDS WERE LIKE white-hot knives plunging into Tom's skin. His mahogany estimates were flaring at his parents' hollos "You're banned from GameCube!" "You're grounded!" "No allowance!"

All Tom wanted was to roll on far, far away from here. His couple little sisters, Hannah and Beth, huddl in a corner, wide-eyed with fear. Tom could take it no longer Roaring like an angry lion, he charged on the outside the door and slammed it behind him.

Tom was running like a rocket his fine-tuned sprinter's leg pounding the earth He didn't care if he had

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