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“Don’t make me rip that
thing off you!” The voice was female, angry, and Maxx guessed about six inches
from his face.
He felt the pillow
under his neck and gripped the leather arms of his chair. Transferring back
from Other Syde was always a little disorienting and it took a minute to get
his bearings. Having someone screaming in your ear didn’t help.
“You’re missing supper,
again.”
Her curly brown hair
wrapped softly around her face, barely touching the wire rims of her glasses. The
worry lines surrounding her eyes spread to her temples. Maxx grew to recognize
the look well over the last six months. A lecture loomed in his immediate
future.
“We’ve talked about you
spending all your time in that computer world. It’s not healthy. You’re going to be nothing but a bag of bones. Not to
mention you’re responsible for the garbage, which is three bags deep in the
kitchen.”
“I know, Mom, computers
bad, garbage good.”
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