Footsteps pound the floor behind her. Already Jameson has recovered and is after her. What now? Maxzyne skitters around the wet floor by the fountain that has not yet been mopped. “Over here! I’m over here,” she teases. She ducks down behind the forsythia display.
Seconds later, Jameson slips on the wet floor. He crashes into the wall of flowers around the fountain’s edge.
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