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August 11, 2008 at 12:23 pm #1029
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    Elizabeth frowned as she hung up the telephoone. Finnley’s news was rather disturbing.

    “Al has gone crazy!” he’d said. “He is sending everyone to the island and killing spiders and magpies and lord knows what else; that couple with the bad skin, they’ve been stuck inside their hotel room for weeks….”

    “Whoo, whoo there, slow down a minute, WHICH couple with bad skin?” Elizabeth asked.

    “Your couple with bad skin! They were your characters!” Really, Elizabeth could be exasperating at times, Finnley thought, and not for the first time.

    “Oh, yes, them. HHHMMM.” Elizabeth had been silent for so long on the telephoone that Finnley hung up in frustration. He would communicate with Elizabeth telepathically instead.

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