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... snorted, her green hair swaying, her hazel eyes glinting.
"If Nellie can hit a target, I’m not sitting this out. This is sketchy but I choose to believe it for now" Her tone was grudging, but her presence screamed commitment.
The afternoon was filled with raw, messy effort.
Chalk beads sailed toward practice targets, some hitting with a satisfying thwack, others veering wildly into the grass.
Eva shouted corrections, her voice sharp as she adjusted Nellie’s wrist, ...
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