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“A what?” Lizzie yelped, then slapped her hand over her mouth, looking around to see if anyone had heard her. The librarian grinned at her and said, “It looks like a classic werewolf to me. I mean, the fur, the yellow eyes, the doglike muzzle. To me, that screams werewolf.” “Are you serious?” Elle asked, confused. The librarian said, “About as serious as that picture. That’s a good photoshop, girls. Quite the talent.” “But that’s not -” Lizzie said, only to be interrupted by Elle pulling on her arm. “She didn’t fall for it like we thought she would,” Elle told her, jerking her head toward the room. “It was a decent try. We just need to try harder next time.” As she pulled Lizzie away, Elle called back, “Thanks for your help!” “Anytime, ladies,” the librarian called back.