I stay in the doorway of Carly's room. I fly to her desk and shrink to the size of a virus so she can't see me. It looks like she's doing some algebra problems. They don't seem to be hard...for me.
Carly taps her head with her pencil. It looks like she's been stuck on problem 1 all this time. I'd help her now, but I'm too busy staring at her gorgeous, hairy arms. The hairs are like trees in the rain forest. This makes me so jealous! Why can't my arms be like that?
That's beside the point. I need to get inside Carly somehow.
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