Chapter 28 A Rose For Mister Talbot

"MMPH!" said Gerald.

"Not a word."

Nigel carried him behind the counter, tucked under one arm like a bag of very indignant flour, and set him down on the crate beneath the shelves. Gerald glared up at him, his beak still pinched shut between two long fingers.

"If I let go," Nigel murmured, "you w...

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