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The bird-girl smiled. She reminded Libby of Liz at school…only Liz was annoying. “Sorry. I get a little claustrophobic at times. Comes with being trapped inside, I guess.”

Libby wasn’t claustrophobic, but dark images of the inside of the desk bounced before her mind.

“Just Libby, huh?” The lady asked, folding her wings behind her.

“It’s actually Liberty.” Libby said, grinning back. “Is yours actually Lytt? Is it spelled like a light? Like L-L…” Stink, how do you spell that word? “L-I-T-G-H…E?” Libby wrinkled her nose. She knew there was a gh somewhere in there, but she couldn’t remember where.

The lady laughed. She had a nice laugh.

“It’s L-I-G-H-T.” The boy, Luke said.

Libby looked back at him, pooching out her lip and frowning. “I know that.” She grouched.

He grinned wide.

Libby couldn’t tell if he was showing off, or just smiling to smile. She narrowed her eyes at him for a long moment, and then decided on an important question. “How old are you?” She hoped he wasn’t younger than her…she hated being outdone by younger kids. <i>Especially Jack. </i>

At least Luke didn’t have big ears.

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