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// Stinger 
// Story: The Problem With Jewelry 
// by bahatumay 
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	Daring Do sighed as she trudged back. Her pride had kept her working on the rubble as long as she could, but she’d finally had to admit defeat. Awesome she may have been, but there was just no getting around the fact that she could not lift those rocks on her own.

She poked her head around the sanctum doors, hoping that they had found another, easier way out; or at least that they were still there, rested and ready to help her move some rocks. 

They were still there, alright. But ‘rested’ wasn’t the adjective she would have used.

Daring Do’s ears pinned. She scampered back, pressing her back against the stone wall, her face glowing red at what she’d just seen. “Yeah… that part is not going in the book, either.”