1.16 The blinding yellow
flash fades into a form—“It’s you!” barks Bridget in relief.
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1.17 “How did I get up
here?” says Gwendolyn telepathically. “And where in the world our we?” She
jumps down from the tree.
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1.18 The pair huddles
together. “This doesn’t look like Hissyfit to me,” says Bridget, apprehension
tinting her thoughts yellow-brown. “But at least we got each other.”
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