There are only four boxes, and I go through the first two in no time. When I get to the third, the one labeled toys, I grin triumphantly, ripping at the tape. “Aha.” This is it; this is the box. If this doesn’t put me in Jennie’s good books, nothing will. “Here I come, Princess Bubbleg—ah! Holy fuck!” I flip the top down and scream bloody murder. “Help!” “What?” Jennie slides into the bedroom, breathless, eyes wild. “Did you find Princess Bubble—Garrett!” Her hands go to her face. She’s screeching. I think I’m crying. “What are you doing?” “Looking for Princess Bubblegum!” I shout. The box I’m
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