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can do something about this?”
    Bobby shrugged, “Sure,” he replied, “if you’ll keep the snow off us.”
    “Deal.”
    Bobby started to raise his body temperature, careful not to go too high. Higher temperatures wouldn’t do him any harm, but the gang was in civilian dress right now and the sidewalks were crammed with passers-by. Somehow, he suspected that transforming his body into a mass of living flame would probably blow their cover.
    At the same time, Sarah concentrated, subtly manipulating the weather patterns around them. You’d have to look closely to spot the change, but even though the snow was still falling, not a single flake was landing on any of them. Fortunately, it wasn’t likely that many people would be watching them all that closely. Many of them were keeping their heads down because of the snow. And besides, this was one time when the city’s “no eye contact” rule worked in the group’s favor.
    “Mmmm .. .’wayyyy better. Toasty warm,” Roxy said, rubbing her hands together. She called over to Grunge: “Hey, Grungie—come get in out of the cold!”
    Grunge was standing some distance away, near the entrance to the theater. He was staring at a poster for the movie they had just seen.
    “Yoo hoo,” Roxy called again. “Earth to Grunge?” Grunge jumped a bit, startled, as though he’d been off in a world of his own. He turned toward his friends with a leer. “Man,” he said, “that Michelle Yeoh’s a hottie! Did you see the way she was moving in there? All those tricks with flipping around and running up walls and all? Just imagine what she could do under ... ahem ... other circumstances, if you know what I mean ..
    “Dude,” Bobby replied, “we always know what you mean.”
    Grunge continued, undeterred. “Yup, yup, yup. Talk about your zero-gravity lovin’. Mm-hmm!”
    Roxy gave Grunge a look that made the winter weather pale by comparison. Bobby rubbed his eyes, looking pained. Sarah simply wasn’t amused.
    .. What?” asked Grunge.
    Roxy’s eyes narrowed. “So you want gravity tricks, huh?”    '
    “Uh oh,” muttered Bobby.
    “Well, maybe what you really need is a good, cold shower!”
    Suddenly, the slushy snow hanging off of the marquee above Grunge doubled in weight, instantly becoming far too heavy to stay in place. Grange shouted in surprise and indignation as the watery slop splattered over his head and shoulders, covering him in the dripping mess.
    “Y’know, I don’t think it’s so cold after all,” Roxy said, an edge in her voice. “I’ll see you all at home.” She spun on her heel and stormed off.
    Sarah looked at Bobby with a resigned air that testified to the number of times they’d done this before. “I’ll get her, you get him?”
    “Yeah, okay.”
    Sarah hurried off after Roxy. “Roxanne! Wait up!”
    Bobby casually strolled slowly over to where Grunge stood, still dripping wet.
    “What?” said Grunge, honestly baffled.
    Bobby sighed. He draped an arm around his best friend’s shoulder. “Grunge-man,” he said, “you’ve got a lot to learn about women.”
    Grunge looked genuinely surprised, and more than a little offended. “Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout, Willis? I know plenty about women! Hey, I read Penthouse Letters every month. Even wrote a couple ..
    Bobby sighed again. “Listen, you and Roxy’ve been going out for, what, a month or two now?”
    “Yeah.”
    “And how do you feel about her?”
    “How do you think I feel? I dig her. She’s my sweetie.”
    “And she digs you.”
    “Damn skippy. I’m the man.”
    “Well, ‘the man.’ how do you think it makes Roxy feel when she hears you going on and on about Michelle Yeoh?”    '
    Grunge pondered that for a minute. He scratched his head in confusion. “But I thought chicks are always after us to be honest. Share our feelings, and all that bull. So I was just being honest about my feelings about Michelle Yeoh ..'
    Bobby shook his head. “Dude, there’s honest,