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“Nargles.” Is her short reply as she takes the string up bottle caps. She offers the girl a soft smile as she says. “You don’t have to hold it like that the bottle caps won’t bite. The nargles are going to be the ones that bite.” she then turns and goes back to hanging her string. “In what? Do you think i should have them in a jar? Would that be a better way of handling them?” nose scrunching together as she considers it.
“ nargles? right. whatever they are. ” ugh. let her have her fun, kat. she supposes it’s sort of sweet that she’s still playing pretend at her age. sort of. “ i mean. you could always throw them out. they’re trash. ”








