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“But too much of anything isn’t good. Too much religion, too much pasta, too much booze.� Carlie shrugged.
Tennyson burst out laughing. When Ronan turned around, the psychic was slapping the table with his left hand. "What?" Ronan started to giggle along with him. "I know I promised not to read people without their permission..." He gasped for breath. "But you're so green with envy that you glow like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas!"
