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”Right. That too. I’ve got training to work on mine, mostly for gymnastics. It helps with the bars and the hand springs.” With somewhat less reluctance, Emmerson took the pair of secateurs from the Professor, distracted by her attempts at clueing the woman into how capable she was. “But I don’t wanna work too hard on them or my shoulders will get ugly and I won’t look so cute in a leotard.”
The first year moved over to a set of plants, cutting indiscriminately. Dead branches, live branches, dead leaves, live leaves. They were all the same to her.
She was very sure to stay away from the vines the Professor was trying to get them to help with. The 11 year old had eyes. She could see they weren’t friendly. No thanks. Definite pass. Maybe another time.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
“How do I know when I’m done?” A not so obvious question given she was chopping everything in sight. “Is it when they all look naked?
Because she was already wwwwaaaaayyyyy ahead with that. Not many of the ones she chopped had branches or leaves left.
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