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Twelve slumps down beside her. She smells of burned hair, and other burned things best left unnamed.



"All of my everything hurts," she groans. "Did you finish all of your settings?"

"What?" asks Bina.

"The slingshot."

"Oh!" says Bina. "Yeah! Here. Just - let's get you in the lego."