Wendi had been sitting on the couch, a sketch pad on her lap, idly sketching a drawing of Mickey. She couldn't believe how long it had already been since they'd lost their friend like that.
"...What the heck?"
She didn't say her word yet. Not until she knew if she needed strength or speed.
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