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Panel 1 |
Gloria: Look, we're sorry. But... trust us, just give it a read. [At Ernie: Ernie, no]
Frida: Fine! If that will get you both to focus! |
Panel 2 |
Frida: ! |
Panel 3 |
Gloria: Good morning!
Ernie: Morn. |
Panel 4 |
Frida: WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE BOOK!!! |
E.B.'s Journal' |
"A sort of wet, slow scatter". He described it to me as the sounds that a giant, slimy spider would make, if such a thing were to exist. Upon hearing this sound, Mr. Thomas grabbed hold of the closest tool to him - an old, rusty rake -, and tried to find whatever was producing it. Moving a pack of hay, he found himself staring at a face, a face that was staring back at him from a dark corner. With his crude drawing skills he attempted to show me what this face looked like. |
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