I moved to step down the stairs, but they suddenly turned into a ramp. I turned to see a familiar crawler pushing a squeaking shopping cart. Agatha. She was now level 8. It still said she was human and that she hadn’t yet chosen a class. “Agatha?” Imani asked. “I see you lot are still kicking,” the old woman cackled. The pink flamingo still stood in the front of her shopping cart. The entire group watched, open-mouthed as the woman moved toward the stairwell. Imani moved forward to intercept her. I held out a hand to stop her. “Don’t,” I warned. “We’ll talk later.” “But,” she began. “I… What?
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