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Scout sat with her back against the door, her head in her hands. The rush of sugar and caffeine was fading, but not before reawakening the throbbing pain over her eye. Her hands throbbed as well from pounding ineffectually at the door. Even the spot on her chest where that kid had hit her with a rock two days ago was making itself felt again.
She heard the dogs snuffling about in the corners of the room and guessed she was going to have some fun new smells to go with the aches and pains in just a few minutes. And if nobody let her out soon, she was going to have to contribute to the smells herself.
Scout tipped her head back to gently rap it against the door behind her. How could she have been so stupid? She couldn’t even work out the exact moment when she had just decided to trust T
