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Max jumped, nearly knocking over a trash can. Standing there was old Mr. Henderson, the neighborhood's strictest—and quietest—neighbor, holding a very bright, very normal yellow flashlight. "Mr. Henderson?" Max gasped.

He shined his light on a small, modern-looking transmitter tucked into a broken brick of the wall.

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"Definitely not," Max said, looking back up at the silent tower. "It's better this way."

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Max jumped, nearly knocking over a trash can. Standing there was old Mr. Henderson, the neighborhood's strictest—and quietest—neighbor, holding a very bright, very normal yellow flashlight. "Mr. Henderson?" Max gasped.

He shined his light on a small, modern-looking transmitter tucked into a broken brick of the wall. gdz 8-i klass

If you'd like to explore this story further, I can help you: Max jumped, nearly knocking over a trash can

"Definitely not," Max said, looking back up at the silent tower. "It's better this way." the neighborhood's strictest—and quietest—neighbor

to be shorter (summary) or longer (adding more detail). Change the genre to Science Fiction or Fantasy.