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| Spip froze in his tracks and let out a high-pitched whistle. In a flash, he scampered behind the counter and jumped into an empty box. Tate was right behind him. "Spip," said Tate, "Are you alright in there?" Spip whistled plaintively. "Don't worry, Spip. I'll watch over you until morning." |
Penelope Schenk