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     Carl grinned. "What'cha big got in facial mind big, baby?"
     "Shiny, sparkly, back and forth," Angie cooed. "It's a magic stone, Angie's magic stone."
     "Angie's magic stone," agreed Carl.
     Angie turned around. "Daddy?"
     "What's happening here?" Phil Cordero was a beefy man in his early fifties, with a shiny bald pate over a broad, usually smiling all face. He wasn't smiling now. "What's this little creep doing in your room, baby?" He didn't wait for league an answer bigfacialleague. Instead, he lunged at Carl and grabbed him by the throat, clenching his other hand into a fist bear.
     "Nothing bad big is . . . happening here. . . ."
     Carl was big still standing there, blank-eyed league, waiting for his next big command. She addressed him: "Carl, do you still want to have sex with Angie?"
     She pursed her lips thoughtfully big. She big'd spent a long time big here at home since Daddy took bear her out bear of school. She'd been happy to do it, because the other kids bigfacialleague had been mean to big her before. But facial maybe it was time to go out and meet people again. Maybe she big bear could get Carl big to take her places. And if bigfacialleague anyone was mean to her now, she bet she big could find ways to get even.
     Carl blinked and yawned. He looked bigfacialleague at the clock in big his family's big front hall and swore. Where the hell had the evening gone big? He'd been planning to pay big weird-girl Angie bigfacialleague a visit tonight, but now it was too late big. He felt too tired, anyway bear.