Scampi: I think I was dreaming.
Scampi: Sometimes I can’t tell. You know.
Peter: I do not know.
Scampi: How do you know? 433 more words
When young Andrew Keetling disappears into the Boston landscape, who will step up to the plate and stick out their neck for the little man? Or just kinda go after him in the hopes that he’ll be able to point them in the direction of a rock so they can get a wizard off their back? 116 more words