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Scout took one last walk through her apartment, looking for anything that might come in handy. She had left the dogs’ leashes in her belt pouch. She wanted both her hands and the dogs to be free.
She transferred everything from her old jumpsuit pockets to the pockets in what she was wearing. She wasn’t sure how the plastic dog whistle could be of any use, but she kept it anyway. The slingshot and stones would definitely come in handy.
She gathered up the scarf she had worn over the jumpsuit. The different depths of blue were eye-catching, and it reminded her of her friends. She didn’t want to wear it, but she didn’t want to leave it behind either. Luckily, the sheer fabric took up nearly no space and tucked away nicely in another pouch. She slipped her utility knife into her back poc
