Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
...I think I saw something orange pass beneath a streetlight. That means she turned the corner on Pecan Street. Wait right here, and I__l get my car._ Stella grabbed Mona__ arm. __here__ no time. Follow me and keep your mouth shut._ Instead of going to the street, Stella crept through a yard. __his is crazy, I can__ see a thing. Stella, we could break a leg._ __ told you to be quiet. I know these yards as well as I know my own. Stay behind me._ She led Mona behind a large azalea bush close to the sidewalk. They hid there as Rusty approached, and she was almost on top of them when Mona sneezed. Rusty stopped, put her hands on her hips, and said, __ know you__e in there._ Neither Stella nor Mona made a peep. __ think I understand why you feel the need to watch me. I__ new around here, so let me introduce myself. My name is Rusty Martinez. I__ a businesswoman, and I have no intention of breaking into anyone__ home. I__ simply out for exercise, so you have nothing to worry about._ __kay, well, you have a nice night,_ Mona said cheerily. Rusty recoiled at the response. __m_you too,_ she said quickly and jogged away. Stella groaned. __our mother obviously didn__ teach you how to properly conduct a mission, did she?_ __f you mean how to hide in a bush, then no.
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...I think I saw something orange pass beneath a streetlight. That means she turned the corner on Pecan Street. Wait right here, and I__l get my car._ Stella grabbed Mona__ arm. __here__ no time. Follow me and keep your mouth shut._ Instead of going to the street, Stella crept through a yard. __his is crazy, I can__ see a thing. Stella, we could break a leg._ __ told you to be quiet. I know these yards as well as I know my own. Stay behind me._ She led Mona behind a large azalea bush close to the sidewalk. They hid there as Rusty approached, and she was almost on top of them when Mona sneezed. Rusty stopped, put her hands on her hips, and said, __ know you__e in there._ Neither Stella nor Mona made a peep. __ think I understand why you feel the need to watch me. I__ new around here, so let me introduce myself. My name is Rusty Martinez. I__ a businesswoman, and I have no intention of breaking into anyone__ home. I__ simply out for exercise, so you have nothing to worry about._ __kay, well, you have a nice night,_ Mona said cheerily. Rusty recoiled at the response. __m_you too,_ she said quickly and jogged away. Stella groaned. __our mother obviously didn__ teach you how to properly conduct a mission, did she?_ __f you mean how to hide in a bush, then no.
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