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gesturing at the airplane and indicating I should open it.
Frowning, I pluck the airplane’s point out of the mush and
unfold the paper.
Don’t forget our deal.
Now’s the perfect chance to start.
The deal. Right, I’m supposed to magically come between the
golden couple. I must have been seriously sleep deprived when I
agreed to this. There’s no way I’m going to—
The paper in my hand glows for a second and more words
appear.
I get my powers back in three days, kako.
Want to eat earthworms next time?
“What does kako mean again?” I ask.
“I told you,” Nicole says. “It means you’re not a—”
“No,” I interrupt. “What does it really mean?”
Troy looks up from his meat loaf and gives me a sympathetic
smile. “It means you have bad blood.”
I start to crumple the note into a ball, ready to fling it back in
Stella’s face. Nothing more than she deserves. But something holds
me back.
The paper glows again.
And don’t tell anyone you’re doing this for me or you’ll never get off
this island!
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