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who now think you’re the bravest kid they’ve ever heard of.”
Madison’s eyes widened.
“Twelve?”
“Maybe more,” Miller said. “Word travels fast when someone stands up to people like your grandmother.”
Madison leaned back against the seat, rubbing her thumb along the rabbit’s ear.
“Okay,” she said. “I guess that’s a lot of glue.”
That night, the Garden District continue reading …
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