She studied Deena. Her daughter looked angry and beautiful and very… regular. No uppity princess here
“This is the song that never endssss. It just goes on and on my friennnnds!”
Libby smirks and looks over at Akiva. She’d taught the kids the age-old camp cheer around an hour ago, and it was still going strong, although she might have just heard Deena threaten to kill the next person who lustily sang the chant.
“Ooookay,” she broke in. “Next song! Who knows 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall?”
They don’t know it. Akiva taught this one with gusto, she closed her eyes.
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