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"Finish that sentence and I will stab you in the eye with the spork Bethany's about to pull out of her bag for her apple sauce." He smiled gamely. "And she'd be very upset if I got her spork all messed up. She's rather fond of the thing." ... "A spork," Dee said, grabbing her bag. "What is a spork?" Bethany's mouth dropped open. "You've never seen one?" "Dee doesn't get out much," Dawson replied, grinning. "Shut up." Dee pulled out the fork and spoon in one and smiled. "I've never seen one of these! Ha. This is so handy." She looked over at Daemon, eyes dancing. "We could get rid of over half of our silverware and get like ten of these and we'd be set for life."
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