[She's going to practically throw him off her shoulders now—though not so hard that he'll make a terrible landing, but hard enough that it jolts the both of them—and she stumbles forward, wobbling with her hands forward to break her fall in case she completely trips over her feet. She doesn't, and instead, she whirls around to look at Eustace.
... Not on her front lawn, ugh...!]
If you tell me who did this to you, I will make sure that they pay the proper price for it.
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... Not on her front lawn, ugh...!]
If you tell me who did this to you, I will make sure that they pay the proper price for it.