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"Aren't te sick of those things yet?"

Justin turns around, his hands still full of robot parts o whatever, his face flushed and his hair sticking up bizarrely. Well, più bizarrely than usual. But if he looks like a mess, the lair looks like some sort of post-apocalyptic nightmare zone.

"Aren't te sick of annoying me yet?" he...

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“Justin? Why are we here?”

He turned to see his companion watching him, puzzled and intent.

“Because we need to find the Stone of Dreams.”

Seriously, why was she bugging him about this now? Wait – she couldn’t be forgetting that already, could she?

“Yeah, we need to find the Stone. But I need to find it so my...

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Justin sighed and shifted in his seat, tensing in anticipation. He’d always had a knack of knowing when Alex was nearby, but over the past few days it had increased to hyper-sensitivity.

Sure enough, a warm stream of breath tickled the back of his neck, and it took far too much effort to keep from shuddering.

“Juuussstiiiiinnn…”...

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Alex regarded him with a bleary look on her face.

It wasn't his fault that the look on her face was so bleary, though.

(Okay. Maybe it was. But he didn't know it. And he shouldn't.)

Her head lolled listlessly on her perched arms as she watched him attraversare, croce the sub shop, and attraversare, croce it again, delivering orders in one direction and sandwiches...

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Here's the thing.

Alex likes normal stuff. Like winning arguments and cute guys with accents and awesome adventures. She doesn't like thinking. Thinking is not her thing. It's an established fact that thinking doesn't work for her.

But there's this thing, okay. It's called chronological order. Max is the youngest. This is why he forgot...