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Excerpt: The Gingerbread House
"You nearly died in the fire." Keren stood and popped Jared's arm with her fist. That had been their routine: he'd say something asinine and she'd playfully punch him. "And really, after two weeks, it was time to toss it into the washing machine.""So, I had a couple idiosyncrasies.""That one nearly sent you to the ER.""You figured out how to use the fire extinguisher pretty quick.""Here’s an argument I can’t win." She hung her head in simulated defeat and raised her hands, palms up, to shoulder level. "Okay, okay. I saved your life that day.""Wouldn't go that far," he said.Something in his voice - something childishly contrary - made her groan; made her think of Sawyer when he didn't want to get into the tub, preferring to smell like a little pig who'd rolled in a puddle."I coulda stopped, dropped and rolled.""Whatever." She backhanded the air, flicking away the subject. "The fact remains that you put my personality into a DVD and a play which are then seen and laughed at by thousands of children.""Hmm, you’re on to something there. I should make you sign a waiver." He tapped his pursed lips with his index finger, appearing to consider that detail. "I’ll have my lawyers get on that right away.""And lose out on a chance to make a couple bucks?" she said, teasing him now. "No way!""Okay, I’ll pay you a percentage of what the Gingerbread House has brought in so far." He took his wallet from his back pocket, opened it and proceeded to turn it upside down and shake it. Not so much as a credit card fell out. "There's your fifty percent."
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