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They stared at it. Marcel kicked the tiny bit of metal shine with the toe of his boot. It resounded, water sloshing, eating at its insides. He dug it out with his heel, and picked it up. "it's a canteen." he said, shaking it.
It flared up in the darkness, tearing into the air supply. She held it away from her face, afraid that the flame would leap to her too. The torch clattered to the ground in her carelessness, and it extinguished.
I slid into the booth, both palms hitting the worn surface of the table. "I thought I told you that you were UNinvited," I informed him unceremoniously.
James looked up from his plate and just stared, chewing a triangle of waffle thoughtfully as he considered my words. "I guess I mistook 'You ugly, ungrateful brat, I never want to see you again. IF I do, I'll give you the beating of a lifetime' as an endearing, sisterly way of saying 'Oh lovely! I can't wait to see you there!'" He wiped his mouth after he set his fork down. "I'm sorry."
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