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Edmund grips her wrists. "Stop it," he hisses. "You'll get us in trouble!" Lucy continues to scream. Edmund forces her hands away from her ears. "You're such a baby," he sneers.
"And you're such a prig," she yells, and pushes him away. Edmund pushes her back, though he's king enough to know that he should not push girls.
Lucy takes a swing at him, because she's queen, and valiant, and fights for herself.
On the ground they scuffle, a mess of bright fabrics dulled by the dust and torn by the rocks.
They pause, and in the silence, Edmund sniffles.
For the ending I want you to pick, turn to page nine.
If Peter gets cross, turn to page twenty-five.
Turn to page nine, bitches.
Edmund grips her wrists. "Stop it," he hisses. "You'll get us in trouble!" Lucy continues to scream. Edmund forces her hands away from her ears. "You're such a baby," he sneers.
"And you're such a prig," she yells, and pushes him away. Edmund pushes her back, though he's king enough to know that he should not push girls.
Lucy takes a swing at him, because she's queen, and valiant, and fights for herself.
On the ground they scuffle, a mess of bright fabrics dulled by the dust and torn by the rocks.
They pause, and in the silence, Edmund sniffles.
For the ending I want you to pick, turn to page nine.
If Peter gets cross, turn to page twenty-five.
Turn to page nine, bitches.
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