She'd found some respite in a dusty corner. They weren't chasing her this time, the talking trees and the little furred feet things. She'd lost them somewhere on Fear Street. Digging out a piece of paper she'd scavenged from some girl named Ramona and a pen from that Henshaw person that she despised
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[[your brain? Is pure magic. honestly. ]]
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