Oystercatcher Tide Pools what an entrance

Caiaphas. Tuck was determined to keep that name lodged in his brain for further sulking later. She’d caused his bad day to become worse, and then her son had barged in and ruined their fun. Tuck glanced at the cream-colored boy, wary of his snarling, and scooted farther away, although neither of his enemies were attacking him now. “Thanks for barging in like that, asshole,” he spat at the boy. Then, without saying another word, he turned and fled.

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