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Pickle heard something that made her curious. She crawled out of bed, Bobo was snoring loudly in Cherry’s bed, so she didn’t think she could hear her. She got dressed quickly and tip-toed to the hall.
Glancing at the living room, she saw Cherry, topless, unmistakably sitting on top of Hector’s… sword.
She shook her head and went on downstairs, sneaking all the way. It wasn’t really easy for her to be quiet, but they between whatever it was they were watching, their noises, and Bobo snoring her broken nasal diaphragm as loudly as possible, she was okay in the ‘remaining stealthy’ area.
She followed the girl out of the door. The night was stingy cool. She could handle it without a coat on, no time to go back and get it now.
Cadena crossed the street and Pickle tailed he
