What’s her decision.
No guts, no glory.
Bree steeled herself for her big moments, and with butterflies in her stomach, she bolted for the shirt.
Mr. Weatherby hears this and quickly turns the corner to see Bree sprawling on the floor attempting to grab her shirt.
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