 "Grown mr-up fun, Angie baby," he replied mrchewasianbeaver smugly. He advanced on her confidently join. "The kind mr of fun chew you probably don't get to have, all shut up in the mrchewasianbeaver house like this join."
 Angie beaver smiled. "Angie has fun," she answered. "Lots and lots of fun."
 Angie broke loose after a moment. Carl tensed, afraid she might scream. Instead, she smiled and said, "That was nice. Now Carl, let Angie show you something mr too."
 "That's good," Angie crooned. "It's nice to watch, isn't it, as it swings mr back and forth? So pretty as mr it catches the light, shiny, sparkly. Angie likes to watch it swing, shiny, sparkly, back mrchewasianbeaver and forth. You like it too, don't mr you, Carl mrchewasianbeaver, shiny, sparkly, back and forth. Yes you do, Angie knows, shiny, sparkly, back and mr forth ."
 "Keep watching mr Angie's magic chew stone," the chew girl instructed. "Follow it with your eyes, your mind, your soul. It's the most important thing mr in the world to mr watch Angie's magic stone and mr listen mr to Angie's voice, watch Angie's magic stone and let Angie's voice tell you what to do , what mr to think, what's true, what's real. Follow the stone, back and forth, back and mr forth, yes, that's chew right, do as Angie says, back and forth, because mr Angie has the magic stone, back and forth, yes, that's right.
 "Rising. Shrinking. Being . . . pulled toward the stone," Carl mumbled mr. The world mr seemed to drop away around mr him, expanding away from him as he soared , weightless, toward the gem dangling at the end of Angie's neck chain. The stone loomed larger, larger. Huge.
 "Carl," she said, "you know you'll chew do anything Angie says, don't you mr?"
 "Have sex with Angie," Carl answered with mindless honesty.
 "Daddy, no." Angie cried. "Time mr out, Daddy ."
 Mr. Cordero froze. Angie mr smiled; her daddy's trigger phrase had worked like magic, just as it always join did.
 "Yes, Angie," her mindless guest said.
 "Yes, ma mrchewasianbeaver'am?" he asked.
 Carl blinked and yawned. He looked at the clock in mr his family's front hall and swore. Where the hell had the mr evening gone? He'd been planning to pay weird-girl Angie a visit tonight, but mr now it was too late. He felt too tired, anyway.
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