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Chapter 9 by BiBiComte BiBiComte

Whatever that may be...

Wait, the Rulebook!

A hand went to slap your forehead. You realize you left it at the front desk.

On tiptoes you go back to the front of the room. Sliding the Rulebook off the desk from behind Mrs. Stevens' back, you wipe your brow and tuck it under your arm.

Whew, that was close.

Just imagine if you forgot it?

No, actually, you'd rather not. Power was best served on a dish not shared. Not with people you just threw the last serving of it on.

What now?

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