Lyra sat on her bed, cross-legged, surveying her bounty. She'd gone down to Stuff for Sale to pick up school supplies, where Blair had
helped her immensely. She'd come away with a bunch of pens (she was sure now that she hadn't picked the pink one) and a
new rucksack, in green. She'd also
run into a fellow Brit, Evie, who happened to be her
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