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Show "Hey, don't let me spoil your fun," said Kim. "What're you watching?" "American Bandstand," said Julene in a barely audible voice. "The old Clark boy still at it?" asked Kim. "I think it's a re-run," said Julene softly. "Well if you haven't seen it once, then it's just like new," said Kim, trying to relax the poor stiff bird. Julene didn't respond. She just sat, intently watching the gyrating dancers jerking back and forth. "You like to dance?" asked Kim in pleasant way. There must be some way she could free the poor bird from the monster. Julene shook her head back and forth. "Don't know how," she said. "Why don't you stand up?" said Kim. eluctantly, Julene stood, without taking her eyes off the television set. She was a pathetic, hopeless appearing thing, gawky and awkward like she herself had been that first day she walked into Miss Pingree's fourth grade class. But their was a pleading look in her eyes that seemed to calling out for helf and something inside Kim told her that there was a grain of promise in that delicate body. A little on the thin side, thought Kim, surveying the wispy girl, but she's got nice legs and ankles. Not bad at all. And a long pretty neck. Of course, we'd have to get the 175 |