CHAPTER PREVIEW
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Abi fumbled out of the bed and over to the kitchenette. She was musing over the contents of the fridge when she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door to find none other than Topanga. "Hey, sleepyhead! Why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Um," Abi began, slightly startled, "Well, I just got up."
"Well, throw something on! We've gotta go!"
"Go where?" Now she was very puzzled.
"Well," Topanga strode inside, trying to hold back her glee, "I know we spent hours last night picking out clothes, but…"
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Shawn sat in Cory's living room. His best friend had received an odd phone call – apparently an emergency – and left in a hurry. He told Shawn that he shouldn't be too long and, if he still wanted to talk, to wait for his return. So there he sat and waited…and waited…and waited…and—his eyes rested on a pad of paper sitting on the coffee table before him. He picked up the pad, found a pen, and wrote. For the first time in what seemed like forever he wrote!
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He took another sip from his latté. He was ready now. As he sat in his coffee shop, his hand put in writing whatever he thought. It was a short contemplation, and he was soon finished. He jotted down the last few words, broke his trans, and glanced at the paper to read back what he had written…
To find out why Topanga's so anxious and what Shawn writes about, tune in next time! Chapter 5 (7) will be up soon!
