James Patterson
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I flipped down the visor so I could check myself in the mirror, and something small and heavy dropped into my lap. I froze, my breath stuck in my throat. What—? Gingerly, I looked down. It wasn’t a grenade. It was a key ring. One key was for this van. I looked at it blankly. “Well, that’ll simplify things,” Fang said. ✨ James Patterson (2010). Maximum Ride Boxed Set #1, p.116, Hachette UK

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