“The [cluck]?” said Nick, looking up at the hovering tree-remainder. “Doesn’t it fall?”
“No!” squealed Marcie, delightedly.
“Okay, that’s [borked],” he said, shaking his head.
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“The [cluck]?” said Nick, looking up at the hovering tree-remainder. “Doesn’t it fall?”
“No!” squealed Marcie, delightedly.
“Okay, that’s [borked],” he said, shaking his head.