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PUMPKIN WATCHED MANNY PULL AWAY. The cloud of exhaust left her cold. Her fingers trembled. Her hands skated up her arms in an attempt to find warmth. Her eyes struggled to keep Manny's silhouette in the driver's side in focus, but his shape blurred as he sped away. The man beside her came into sharp focus.
"Three years." Pumpkin was surprised at the lack of emotion in her voice.
She should be angry, hysterical, but she was calm, clear, and collected. This turn of events was not unexpected. She'd snuck into this fairytale land on a lie. It had to strike midnight at some point in time. She just wished it had been under the cover of night instead of the light of dawn. At least that way she'd be able to crawl under her covers and hide. Instead, she addressed the frog who'd crawled back f
