Mary Anne picked at the edges of Kristy’s bedspread and leaned over, observing as Kristy disappeared beneath the bed.
“What are you looking for?” she asked.
“I know it’s here!” replied Kristy, her legs kicking and her voice muffled. And then she emerged again with a small box that was covered in dust.
“What is that?” asked Mary Anne, scooting back
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