 The Disappearing Girl | | Swooping Bowtruckle
Xander's jaw might as well have been detached from his body at Torin's suggestion. It was BRILLIANT.
"Excellent," he said. "What will the sleds be made out of? Since it's not winter anymore..."
He looked around to his surroundings to try to figure out what they could use. Maybe there was some old textbooks somewhere or wood or... well something. HMMM.
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