His eyes darkened and his eyebrows waggled. He leaned forward and clenched his fists, and this was Thomas Rood's traditional posture when he meant to deliver a Something Awfully. Gwendolyn had started calling his little tirades Something Awfullies--for it was always Something Awfully Important, or Something Awfully Funny, or Something Awfully Nice, or Something Awfully Wicked that he absolutely must tell her right now. Thomas never said anything plainly or patiently.
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