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"We can fix that." We spent the next hour scouring the internet trying to find the perfect rainbow colored dress for me. I couldn't stop smiling the whole time, and we ended up ordering a knee length sleeveless summer dress with a faux-wrap bodice. Mitch ordered a T-shirt that said "I'm her butch" with a rainbow arrow in the pointing to one side. She also ordered us matching "I'm hers," "She's mine," T-shirts in rainbow prints.

I asked. “Medicine Rock. What pack did, or do you two belong to?” “Sandia Crest. We are still members. I'll just have to let my brother know when we are joining a different pack once we are ready to.” Jasper nodded his head and we walked up to the truck and trailer. We ate our dinner and watched the horses as they moved around. This was the best part of this trip so far. Not being in the truck and watching our horses graze. I will be happy when we reach Montana tomorrow night. I wasn’t cut out for long trips like this.

"I forgot to mention it's also Sardine Can." "Are you fucking kidding me?" Frog huffed and grabbed up Jinx's scarf, bunching it up. "This will not end well." The White-fur threw the scarf behind him for Jinx to catch as Tarsi tossed back the bracelet that held his ability to make random new yarn to Frog.

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

On the day of the final match, Hazel's got the VIP seat right behind the player's bench like she always does for all her brother's important matches. She was ready with her jester's hat, a horn, her school's jersey. Jan and Kyle wore matching red shirts because it was the color of Pinehurst Valley High, they brought a single drum each strapped around their necks. Their faces were painted with red paint. They were going all the way. Lee was new to the team, he was wearing a red bandana tied at the back of his head with its tail hanging over his shoulder. He wore a silver feather earring on his right ear that he said was his good luck charm.

I end up buying several cute keychains and a pink octopus plushie. We head to the next stall where they sell shirts with bold prints of the Tropical Thunder Circuit. Some designs show a racer mid-turn which I swear looks like Reed with its red and black color palette. Others have the race logo across the chest with tropical flowers wrapped around it. Evelyn holds up a shirt against me and squints like a stylist. I laugh and shove it back onto the rack. I can’t resist buying the black and red shirt before we move to the next stall.