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Jacob, having failed to play dead, let out a long, drawn-out "Ooooooh," but he remained sprawled lazily in Sasha’s quilt, refusing to move. His eyes darted around, hatching a plan to stall for time.

Having made up his mind, he scanned the book in Sasha’s hand and asked in a tone of feigned surprise, as if he’d just discovered a new continent: "Wait, Sis