“I’ll find them.” She left the room and Berg and Britta counted down, “Three, two, one—” “Max!” Stevie exploded from the kitchen. “What the fuck?” “I was attacked. It flung its quills at me. It’s not my fault.” Stevie appeared outside the living room, finger pointing at what they assumed was her sister. “You are such a liar, Max MacKilligan. Porcupines don’t fling their quills. They back up into whatever is attacking them. That means your face was down near its ass when it got you! What is wrong with you? Who attacks a porcupine?” “If you’re going to make a big deal about it,” Max said as she
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