As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey—"
"I know," I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."
That wasn't the right thing to say.
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PJO Funnies - The Lightning Thief
HumorThis book will be about those funny, hilariously funny and even slightly funny moments you all forgot about. Some of them might not even be funny but they will be memorable.
