The Popsicle Or The Rope

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“You’ll never catch me alive!”

A whooping noise, accompanied by a gush of air by my cheek stopped me in my revelry.



I fell to the wet earth, legs bound together by a makeshift lasso.

“Takes one to know one.”

“Where did you even get that?”

“What?” Lyla laughed. “The popsicle or the rope?”


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