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Help me hide

Help me hide before Blethro finds me, and I’ll explain everything.”
Her reactions were being recorded, of course. Well, she wouldn’t mind playing their game for a minute or two.
“A joke’s a joke, midget,” she remarked, drawing up her eyebrows. “But slipping you into my bag just might be construed as shoplifting. Do you realize you probably cost a good deal more than I make in a year?”
“They said no one would believe me,” the doll told her. Tears in the tiny eyes? She felt startled. “I’m from a world you’ve never heard about. Our size was reduced genetically. Blethro had three of us in a box in his aircar. We agreed to attempt to escape the next time he opened the car door . . .”
Trigger glanced