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Lisbeth realized she didn't know if you were supposed to knock on the door of a hut. She circled a bit, on bare feet, her legs skinny and still pale under the huge black t-shirt she was wearing. It didn't look like the hut would collapse if she knocked, so she did.
"Puck."
Her lip was mostly healed, and she'd had a hell of a lot worse. She touched the tiny wound with the tip of her tongue, enjoying the slight sting.
"You might as well open the door. I know where you live."
"Puck."
Her lip was mostly healed, and she'd had a hell of a lot worse. She touched the tiny wound with the tip of her tongue, enjoying the slight sting.
"You might as well open the door. I know where you live."