I’m smoothing the pleats of my plaid skirt while the satin lining of my slip dress catches on the edge of my desk, but I’m too busy staring at my new heavy brass slammer. My fingers ache from flipping stacks of Pogs all afternoon on the rough concrete outside, trying to win that holographic skull piece from Kevin.
Montell Jordan is blasting from the radio, and I’m just trying to tune out the scary news about some virus in Zaire while I wait for my turn to surf the information superhighway. I’ve got my tiny vinyl backpack packed for the movies tonight, even if I feel like a total slacker just sitting here.
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The Deadly Virus in Zaire: Sifting the Many Mysteries