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I feel like Whiskey and I have reached an understanding, and my good mood follows me the next morning when the remaining contestants gather before a field of corn for the next trial. No, not a field, I realize after a moment.
It’s a maze.
I adjust my pink camo hoodie and change my high heels into silver sparkly sneakers instead. I mean, I can traverse a maze in heels and look fierce while doing it, but when given the option, I might as well be stylish and comfy.
I hum a little as I spot shine one of the sequins. Good outfit. Good mood.
I think this is gonna be my day to shine.
“You’re perky,” Rada says.
“Corn,” I tell her, sweeping my arms out to encompass the maze in front of us. “You could not put a Wisconsin girl in a more natural habitat. The rest of you might as well quit an
