Page 129 of The Blonde Who Came in from the Cold
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Pink.
Lines.
King was an expert on many things—languages and linear algebra and the best places to buy a passport in what used to be East Berlin—but at that moment, his mind was blank. And gibberish. He was nothing but blank gibberish, with nothing but two little pink lines rattling around in his head like a pinball.
He felt like how Sawyer looked—confused and afraid and... excited?
They both turned to the sisters.
“Well?” Sawyer shouted. “Who... When... Who...”
But Zoe and Alex were looking at each other like this was their favorite story ever. They were both smiling when Zoe said, “Guess.”
