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" at eight A.M. We landed in Los Angeles five hours later, but our connecting flight was delayed for four hours. Well, L.A. time is two hours later than Hawaii time, so it was dinner hour when we boarded the next plane for another five-hour flight that actually put us in New York eight hours later, because of the three-hour time change. Then, after waiting forty-five minutes for our luggage, we took an hour-and-a-half limo ride from New York to Stoneybrook, Connecticut. Got all that? Okay, for the grand prize, what time was it when we walked "
― Ann M. Martin , Kristy's Worst Idea (The Baby-Sitters Club, #100)
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" Sorry, Mary Anne, I can’t hear you!” I shouted into the phone receiver. Mary Anne Spier cleared her throat and began, “I said, hi, I really missed you, and —” “EEEEEEEE!” That was my two-year-old sister, Emily Michelle, racing through the kitchen. Behind "
― Ann M. Martin , Kristy's Worst Idea (The Baby-Sitters Club, #100)
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" about Hawaii. Mary Anne had been there on a school trip in July, along with almost all of my other BSC (Baby-sitters Club) friends. “Sorry about the noise, Mary Anne,” I shouted into the phone as Emily Michelle zipped by. “Emily, go to Nannie!” “I’m glad you’re home,” Mary Anne replied. “I have been soooo lonely, and —” “I’m starving!” announced my middle brother, Sam, stomping toward the kitchen. “Yo, Blabberlips, when are you going to be off the phone?” Sam’s fifteen, but sometimes he has the maturity of a toddler. "
― Ann M. Martin , Kristy's Worst Idea (The Baby-Sitters Club, #100)
