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Myla
When I wake up Thursday morning, Peli is gone while my Demon Bars remain beside my bed.
Yay.
Meanwhile, Cissy’s binder is nowhere to be found.
Not-yay.
Note to self: Don’t reveal secret plans to magical monkeys, even if they are small, orange, and harmless-looking.
Kicking off my covers, I take stock of my day.
Negative side: my Scala Bleugh starts in just a few hours. Ghouls are involved.
Positive: There’s still half a box of Demon Bars.
Hoisting the container of yum under my arm, I head to the kitchen for breakfast. There I chow down and dial Cissy. There’s a lot of ringing followed by a long beep. Time for voicemail.
Clearing my throat, I leave a message. “Hey Cis, can your interns rush me another copy of the binder? Thanks!”
Hanging up, I feel pretty good about my b
