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Her fingers danced across his ribs and under his arms with lightning speed. Henderson tried to maintain his scowl, but his defenses crumbled. A snort escaped. Then a chuckle. Finally, a full-blown, belly-shaking roar of laughter that echoed down the street.

, a small vial of "giggle-dust" (mostly glitter and lavender), and a pair of neon-yellow gloves. "Target locked," Julie whispered to herself. Julie The Tickler Full Version For Freel

One Tuesday, the grumpiest man in town, Mr. Henderson, was refusing to let the neighborhood kids play ball near his lawn. He sat on his porch like a stone statue, scowling at the sun for being too bright. Her fingers danced across his ribs and under