Wyatt was lying on his bed, idly flipping through the channels on the TV. He glanced at the phone on his desk. Normally, he'd call Isabel, but lately every time he tried to talk to her she was short and cranky with him. He dared not suggest PMS for fear that she would somehow alien-fu her way through the phone line and strangle him, and so he
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Well, as much as any sixteen inch tall stuffed bear could tackle anyone.
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