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"
Don
’
t
be
mean
to
him
.
He
’
s
only
fourteen
.
They
’
re
all
like
that
.
"
"
Who
do
you
suppose
established
the
fallacy
that
children
are
cute
?
"
"
You
are
in
a
bad
temper
.
"
"
Let
’
s
see
.
Yes
,
I
guess
I
am
.
And
that
squalling
is
driving
me
crazy
.
"
"
He
’
s
practicing
.
"
"
So
you
said
.
"
"
Now
don
’
t
take
your
bad
temper
out
on
him
.
"
"
All
right
,
but
it
would
help
if
I
could
.
"
Ethan
pushed
through
the
living
room
,
where
Allen
was
squawking
vaguely
recognizable
words
from
a
vibrating
reed
held
on
his
tongue
.
"
What
in
the
world
is
that
?
"
Allen
spat
it
into
his
palm
.
"
From
that
box
of
Peeks
.
It
’
s
ventriloquism
.
"
"
Did
you
eat
the
Peeks
?
"
