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  • I glanced at Carson, who had promised things would be alright. His gaze was on the floor, and a muscle in his jaw flexed rhythmically but unhelpfully. If he was trying to send me a message, I was out of luck, because I'd never learned Morse Code for Assholes.

    Rosemary Clement-Moore (2013). “Spirit and Dust”, p.41, Delacorte Books for Young Readers