Black Eyes
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Wendy raised an eyebrow. She knew better than that. For one thing, frisbees didn’t leave a bruise perfectly sized for a fist. The swelling looked really painful though...
However, she just snorted and grabbed the can of soda she was drinking. “Hold this to your eye, Mabes,” she said, holding the cool drink out. “Dang, how long ago was this? Also, if you need me to beat someone up, I can totally do that.”













