TravlinBug'z

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Claude rushed to the front of the stage and pointed right at Father, shouting, “you were there, tell them you saw the Bug'z, tell them, please, old friend, please !” Father squeezed my hand, and said to me, “it’s time to leave, dear, this is no place for a child.” Father picked me up and carried me through the crowd that had started to become louder and unruly.The chants grew louder as we made our way out into the street, avoiding the disorder.

“I’m sorry, Father,” I said over and over. He took us around the corner from the theater, stopping in a small alley. That is where I told him about the night on the ship. When I could stop saying, “I’m sorry, Father,” I explained what I had done. Hearing the ticking sound and searching the ship, finding the key that fit both of the locks, finding the Bug'z being held captive in the jars in Claude’s trunk and letting them free, switching the tags on 

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