“All Tiny cares about is that you guys are honey badgers,” Berg went on. “That’s going to be a problem with my neighbors,” Tiny admitted. “Especially the ones with hives.” “Why would that matter?” Charlie asked. She was confused until she realized Max had taken that particular moment to return to her side. A dripping honeycomb was in her hand and hundreds of angry bees were hanging from her face like some bizarre tribal mask. “Jesus!” Charlie snapped, quickly stepping away from her sister and waving more angry bees from her own face. Max gazed blankly at her, ignoring the other bees that were
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