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With a loud hissing sound, a ghostly, life-sized young woman squeezes out of the cola can and floats in front of you. "Ouch!" she exclaims. She shakes herself off like a wet dog. The mist scatters around her. "That hurt!" For another second, she hovers above the cof- fee table. Her form is thin and airy, like a holo- gram. Then she suddenly becomes solid. She drops to the ground, and lands on her two feet with a thud. "Hi!" she greets you. "What's up?" You don't answer her. You can't. You're too shocked to make your mouth move. Instead, you stare at the amazing person stand- ing in your family room. She's got spiky red-and- purple hair and five earrings. She's wearing a fuzzy, short black sweater and baggy blue jeans with black combat boots. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" she yells. ______________________________________ Go on to PAGE 4. |
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