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Bad Boy: Sometimes It Takes a Bad Boy To Do Good
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- ISBN978-0-463-10082-0
- EAN9780463100820
- Date de parution27/12/2018
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- ÉditeurBluewater
Résumé
Orphaned thirteen-year-old Sam is alone after a huge earthquake flattens Memphis, Tennessee. A critically-ill, six-year-old girl pleads with him to take her and her cat to safety. It is not a responsibility Sam welcomes. ExcerptIn due course, which is French for a long frigging time, they loaded us onto big helicopters. I made sure to get a seat as close to the open door as possible, right next to the Marine.
As soon as we were in the air, I shouted at the Marine. "Hey, Dude. Cut me loose, will Ya. Where can I go now?"The Marine shrugged, pulled out a wicked-long blade and cut me loose. I thought his knife was so ace I forgot to watch through the door. But then I got my wits, well maybe wit singular, about me and looked out the open door. Ms. Bitch often said I was a member of the forty-watt club. Right now, I figured she might be right.
I hoped the pilot kept it low. After what seemed like forever, there it was--a shiny lake. Soon we were flying right over it. I jumped.
As soon as we were in the air, I shouted at the Marine. "Hey, Dude. Cut me loose, will Ya. Where can I go now?"The Marine shrugged, pulled out a wicked-long blade and cut me loose. I thought his knife was so ace I forgot to watch through the door. But then I got my wits, well maybe wit singular, about me and looked out the open door. Ms. Bitch often said I was a member of the forty-watt club. Right now, I figured she might be right.
I hoped the pilot kept it low. After what seemed like forever, there it was--a shiny lake. Soon we were flying right over it. I jumped.
