That "no problems" is carrying a lot of weight here.
So about twelve years ago, she remembered, I started sneaking out. A lot. Never occurred to anyone that one of us would do something like that, so it’s been fine! No problems. Completely great.
A gnarled blue hand seized her wrist. “Little sister,” graveled a sudden voice.
Just, y’know, super great and fine, Veronica thought.




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