“Uh.” Ted swallowed again. “Okay, hold on before you do anything else. I need to go get the bigger gun.”
[Ted] had already learned to count down with his hands for Finder. His fingers tagged one, two, and on three they lifted the lid.
Up to 22235 words – I wrote 1834 words yesterday (goal 21,818).
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