'' those are n't exactly our real names . '' '' they 're nicknames , '' missy added , rolling her eyes . '' except for me , '' lucy concluded . '' okay , so what are your real names ? '' each sister sounded off . '' eleanor . '' '' michelle . '' '' lucy . '' at karen 's surprised look lucy shrugged and stated , '' i told you it was n't a nickname

drew and toby left , with brief nods to jake , who had just piled his silverware and napkin on his plate when ron came up to him . '' jake , '' ron said in greeting . '' hi , '' jake replied uncertainly . '' i told you i 'd ask you for your decision tonight . about whether you want to stay at camp or go home . what do you want to do ? '' jake stood there holding his dirty dishes , not looking at ron

when tom came back from '' flushing '' the sump pump in the basement they all had food spread out on a tarp in the studded out family room , which had a cathedral ceiling and a wall of glass looking out on a corresponding wall of glass a hundred feet away . they sat on empty five gallon buckets , and used their tool boxes for end tables . after a few minutes of eating in silence , frank said , '' so can i ask you something , tom

'' wan na bet ? '' he had to rest before climbing out of the car , but by the time the super stock main was over , he 'd perked up enough to greet the fans that poured into the pits . the usual autographs were out of the question . race could hardly hold onto his gatorade bottle , let alone a
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