56We both turned to look at the door, though my turn was less turny than Richard's. It's not like I won't be back in it. Why is it that your choices seem so much more fun than mine? I smiled. Wicked shook his head.
He offered his hand, but she hugged him. The machete might only be magical in my hand, or in another animator's hand, but it was still a damn long blade, and I didn't trust civilians around it. What's that mean? she asked, and her hands were starting to tremble. I think he tried to grin at me, but the wolf muzzle just wasn't made for it.
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