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Chapter Ninety-Eight: Preparations

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(Amelia's POV)

Noah came home from the museum smelling of popcorn.

He had apparently located a vending machine somewhere between the mosasaur skeleton and the exit and had made an executive decision about it. He walked in, deposited his coat and his notebook and his shoes in the specific order he always deposited them, and announced that the mosasaur was, and I quote, genuinely terrifying in the best possible way, and that Damien had agreed with his assessment without being asked to.

Then he we
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