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[herr_bookman]

There's a girl on the practice range today, wearing blue snakeskin gloves and matching boots. Ribbons festoon the leather harness of her silver wings, and her arm bangles bounce when she does.

How ridiculous she looks is entirely subjective.

The girl smiles.

Then she punctures a steel plate with a tiny, glittery fist.

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[not_his_pa]

Now he stamps and uses a hoof to point at the infirmary, a broken ankle or leg can go bad quickly and needs more than ice.

[herr_bookman]

She shakes her head. "It's okay," she says, snapping the leg of her Lego chair to disassemble it. "You don't have to worry about me anymore."

After Autor studies her plans, she adjusts her glasses and begins to build.

If William wants to find someone, he'd better move quickly.

[not_his_pa]

He sighs and trots away to see if he can find someone, hopefully he's not this bad when he's hurt.

[herr_bookman]

By the time William returns, Autor is long gone, having built an ankle brace for herself and taken the best pain medication Bar can offer.

The brace is a single, flexible, silver-colored piece which molds perfectly to her foot--just like the band cinched around her elbow and the two around her wrists.