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ellid.livejournal.comTitle: At US Customs
Challenge: declarations
Word Count: 100
"Do you have anything to declare?" Stella wanded the men by rote. One was a beaky sort who kept brushing dandruff off his black turtleneck. The other, shorter and quieter, seemed in some sort of Zen state.
"Nothing but our genius," snapped Beaky.
"What he means is that no, we don't," said Quiet. His voice was husky and tight, as if he'd had throat surgery.
"What about these?" One of the screeners held up two wooden sticks.
Beaky opened his mouth. Quiet cut him off. "Knitting needles for my mother."
Stella shrugged. Wood wasn't on the list. "Let 'em through!"
Challenge: declarations
Word Count: 100
"Do you have anything to declare?" Stella wanded the men by rote. One was a beaky sort who kept brushing dandruff off his black turtleneck. The other, shorter and quieter, seemed in some sort of Zen state.
"Nothing but our genius," snapped Beaky.
"What he means is that no, we don't," said Quiet. His voice was husky and tight, as if he'd had throat surgery.
"What about these?" One of the screeners held up two wooden sticks.
Beaky opened his mouth. Quiet cut him off. "Knitting needles for my mother."
Stella shrugged. Wood wasn't on the list. "Let 'em through!"
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