Chapter 63

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Immediately identifying the girl’s plan, Mrs. Dixon’s hand shot out. “Millie, no!” “Get off of me this instant you moronic guttersnipe!” “Giddyup! Yee haw!” “Millie, stop! No!” But Millie was deafened by her mission and with a hefty thrust; she lunged forward, tossing the full bucket of ice water across the room and onto the two screaming pupils. Neville watched with disbelief and uncharacteristic humor, as water and ice-covered Percy, Mortimer and an entire stack of books by their side. “Whd’ ya do that f-f-for?” “My God!” Mortimer hyperextended violently as cold bits of ice dropped down into the crevices of his wardrobe. The sudden gesture shook Percy off of Mortimer’s back. He crumpled into a heap as he landed on the floor. God “That’s co-co-cold!” “Teach you to act lik

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