DROP TWENTY

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DROP TWENTY "Wow, you've really captured Pickle in this sketch," Hector said, admiring the file on his veil. Cherry bit her nails impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, what about the design?" "’Wow’ about that too!" Hector smiled. "It rocks, Cherry. I love it." "Really? You mean that? You're not just saying it to be nice?" "I mean it. Here, let's do a test," Hector said, and sent the file to Tony on his veil. The response was almost instantaneous, his text said, "Are those the new armour designs? I think I came a little…" Hector winced and turned to Cherry. "See? Fans will love it." Cherry got on her tippy-toes and hugged him tight. Then she ran off to get a nap before the morning workout. Pickle walked past her while balancing her coffee, barely avoiding a collision with the team's qwik. She

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