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Cassirin "An epic poem. Or you can try out one of your codes on me," Cope levitated the bags of dung over, dropping one in front of each bed. Was there any chance it would... spread itself? Maybe if he closed his eyes and crossed his fingers and wished really hard.
"Why nervous? You realize you're some sort of genius girl, right?" He sighed and opened the first bag.
Cela pulled on the gloves and picked up a little trowel, gesturing at the flower bed. If Cope levitated the dung and let it pour out of the bags, she could spread it with the trowel.
"Well, I'll pass them all. But I have to pass them all
well."