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"Hey, Geekoid!" yelled Duncan Dougal, "Why do you read so much? Don't you know how to watch TV?"
Bruce Farrington Coville is an author of young adult fiction. Coville was first published in 1977 and has written over 100 books.
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"What are you going to do next?"
"Go to bed!" I said, trying to keep down a yawn. "I'm exhausted."
"That's two good moves," he said. "Then what?"
"I'm going to get up."
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He nodded. "That's what I figured."
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