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Chapter 33
“DO YOU LIKE Phineas and Ferb?” Albert asked Willow as they walked towards a large alley to not risk them both from being seen talking. For as felines and canines tend to shake paws in gregariousness, mice rarely confer with its geeky hunter who wanted to give information about the boss who apparently shared the same goal as the mice—Albert, in case that wasn’t obvious.
“I do. Why do you ask?” Willow was lagging behind, but Albert paused a bit to make sure they’re walking a same pace with each other.
He quoted Willow who apparently quoted one of the best shows ever made, “My watermelon?”
Willow giggled in remembering it. The shades he wore covered his fresh-cried eyes but Albert can see his expression.
“Yeah.”
They found an area near the other side of the alley with tables and chairs. They sat there with a little bit more people around. They needed to be inconspicuous, but still be b
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