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We spent the next half hour running in circles back to my school. I ran with my hand on the back of my pants, trying to make sure I didn’t lose the money again. Eric wanted me to dash into school really quickly, grab Elizabeth and Devon, and run for the (relative) safety of Beville. But with the bake sale and, you know, school, there was no way to grab them without the faculty and my mom knowing we had all escaped.
“Try not to get into any life-threatening trouble,” Eric ordered as he left me on the school steps.
I had missed all the time left before the bake sale, so all I had to do was walk nonchalantly through the halls with a ton of money in my underpants, hoping no one could smell the burnt rat carcass on my new magically-made coat.
Elizabeth was already at the table, laying out
