Ill Met By Moonlight
Kosi is laughing loudly and Amy, still red as a beetroot, draws her hoodie up over her head and turns away from Kosi.
“We shall never speak of this.” Then she storms off, leaving Kosi laughing so much that tears well in her eyes, and her laughter turns to snorts.
Amy wanders down the hallways for a time, trying to gather her thoughts. It has been quite some time since she felt this way. She lifts a hand to her lips as a giggle escapes her lips. She goes red and swings her legs side to side, her large hoodie drooping over her tiny frame.
“Ah, yes. Let us all now giggle like the schoolchildren we are, eh, Miss John?”
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