Game of Two Halves, Chapter Four
It was night, and the Mini-Flashes’ chalet deserted and unlit, when the counter-Juniper slipped into the living-room.
Having replicated her prototype’s Special Program properties, she mocked at locked doors. Now as the former might have done she stood smellingly in the living-room, suffusing that space with essence of cheesy-crackers. Her senses however assured her she was alone in this, as far as the chalet went anyway, and never mind that boy whose sweaty suit would have been detectable even to humans after such a day.
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