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Shepherd giggled. “No, Wendy’s a donkey. My Da says I get too distracted when I drive the cart.” To be fair, he didn’t get out much.
“Nope.” Barrett said, trying to making himself comfortable on a bench. “Dare say, I’m probably the first Siren to fly into space.”
The ride was smooth, but the lighting in the garage suddenly turned a threatening shade of red and the doorway they were headed for slowly started to close.