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Wendy's POV Magnus, the boy, stood there with big, hopeful eyes. “Miss Wendy, please, I really need to talk to you.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, nervously playing with the edge of his old shirt. I stepped back, crossing my arms, my mind spinning with many thoughts. “What’s so important that you interrupt my evening?” I asked, my voice sharper than I meant. I looked at Edward, who was standing slightly behind the boy, his face hard to read. Did he know this kid? Magnus gulped and looked straight ahead. “It’s… it’s about what you said on TV. About… about making a change. About being brave.” He breathed in deeply, his little chest rising. “I was watching, and I’ve never seen anyone so… so genuine. You weren’t acting. You were upset and… and incredible.” I frowned, my