“What were you thinking of, Aeronwy?”
“I’m thinking of making a fundraiser with some clowning, activities, raffles, and something we’re both good at whether you want to believe it or not.”
“Maybe. How much do you have to raise?”
“A four-digit amount. It’s completely bogus. I know you could help me out.”
“Come to think of it, I never thought I’d ever hear you ask me for help about something. It’s quite bizarre, to be honest.”
“I apologize sounding arrogant, but I think that’s the case, too. Tell me, would you like to help me out, The Illustrious Nevaeh?”
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