My hand jumped into the air, finger pointing at the only possible choice: a hot pink unicorn the size of a chubby corgi with squat little legs and a sparkly, rainbow-colored horn. “No thanks,” Lienna said, pushing my arm down. “We can’t carry it.” “You won so you get a prize.” The woman tugged the unicorn down and held it out insistently. I scooped Sir Sparkles the Joy Bomb out of the woman’s hands and hugged him tightly to my chest. His beady eyes bulged and Lienna’s brown eyes rolled.
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