Defi Advance Control Unit for Defi Advance Gauge

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I HAVE A PROBLEM, he wrote. I NEED YOUR HELP. THE BATHTUB DOWNSTAIRS IS OVERFLOWING WITH GREEN MONSTER BLOOD AND I CAN'T STOP IT.

His writing caught her interest. She moved around the table and stood behind him, her eyes on the pad as he wrote his desperate message.

It was gripping his shoulders now, sliding around his neck, sucking him down, pulling him back into its sticky depths.

He put down the marker and held the pad up close to her face.

I HAVE A PROBLEM, he wrote. I NEED YOUR HELP. THE BATHTUB DOWNSTAIRS IS OVERFLOWING WITH GREEN MONSTER BLOOD AND I CAN'T STOP IT.

He was stronger than it was. One more tug and he would be free.

"I don't care about your stupid roughage," Evan said moodily, knowing she couldn't hear him. He pointed to the pad again, and then began to write, scribbling quickly in big, black letters.

Gripping the sides of the tub, he was moving upward, pulling himself, hoisting himself, straining with all of his strength.

"No" Evan screamed aloud as the green gunk bubbled up to his neck.

It was gripping his shoulders now, sliding around his neck, sucking him down, pulling him back into its sticky depths.

Looking up at her from the chair, seeing her pale face in the morning sunlight as she leaned over him in her gray flannel bathrobe, Kathryn suddenly looked very old to him. Only her eyes, those vibrant, blue eyes running quickly over his words, seemed youthful and alive.

It's got me, he realized.

"No" Evan screamed aloud as the green gunk bubbled up to his neck.

Completely bewildered by her reaction, Evan slid his chair back and jumped up. She rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him a playful shove.

When he looked up, Sarabeth stood a few feet away, her head cocked to one side, her yellow eyes peering into his, an expression of supreme satisfaction on her dark feline face.

Her lips were pursed tightly in concentration as she read what he had written. Then, as Evan stared eagerly up at her, her mouth spread into a wide smile. She tossed back her head and laughed.

I HAVE A PROBLEM, he wrote. I NEED YOUR HELP. THE BATHTUB DOWNSTAIRS IS OVERFLOWING WITH GREEN MONSTER BLOOD AND I CAN'T STOP IT.

He was stronger than it was. One more tug and he would be free.

It was gripping his shoulders now, sliding around his neck, sucking him down, pulling him back into its sticky depths.

"I don't care about your stupid roughage," Evan said moodily, knowing she couldn't hear him. He pointed to the pad again, and then began to write, scribbling quickly in big, black letters.

Then he struggled to twist his body, to twist himself around in it. With great effort, panting loudly, hoarse cries escaping his open lips, he pulled himself up into a sitting position.

Completely bewildered by her reaction, Evan slid his chair back and jumped up. She rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him a playful shove.

"Don't mention cat to me," Evan muttered. He shoved the bowl of cereal aside and pointed to the pad in his hand.

He put down the marker and held the pad up close to her face.

His writing caught her interest. She moved around the table and stood behind him, her eyes on the pad as he wrote his desperate message.

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