“Gee, Bronwyn,” Michaela said, peering into the water. “He’s been down there a long time.” “Doesn’t look like he’s coming back up, does it?” “I’m scared!” Michaela’s pale blue eyes welled up. “Of what?” Bronwyn demanded. “It was Bobby’s fault for throwing stones at us!” “I didn’t have to bash his head in!” Bronwyn shrugged.

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