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... d the distance in an instant, her fist aimed directly at Amélie’s skull. Amélie’s third eye flashed - she had already seen it coming. The book in her hands flipped open on its own, pages rustling violently.
"Maya’s fist missed."
The words inscribed themselves into the book. She smiled and tilted herself to the side, causing Maya’s fist to miss her head by mere inches.
Maya grinned as she recovered. "You’re making me want this toy even more."
She spun, her leg swee ...
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