Aster

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Going out for ice-cream wasn't a total lie, the shop became our rendezvous point... but instead of sitting in a booth enjoying sundaes, we were squashed next to a vandalized and graffitied dumpster dubbed Freddy by an anonymous  hoodlum. 

"I don't understand why we can't go inside and get ice-cream!" Rose whined. "You're lactose intolerant anyways," April reminded her while I rustled through a giant Vera Bradley bag.

 "OK! Everyone!" The girls' heads jerked out of separate conversations. 

"What's in the-" Kateri interestedly poked a finger only to be shooed away by my opposing finger. "Scat!" 

Kateri glared, eyebrows knit together, mouth pencil thin. "I wanna kn-" 
"Shush!" Melody grumbled. 
"Anyways! I know that you all went out and bought everything I requested, so...hand 'em over!" I chirped, holding out an expectant palm. 

Toilet paper, hair dye, CDs, shaving cream, and other assorted items all tumbled into the bag and I pocketed a bottle of handy-dandy green spray paint. Ya know, for later!

"Do we all understand what's going should happen in the next few hours?" I eyed everyone, and five heads bobbed in response. "We all know the teams?"

Nods.  

"We know what we're doing?"             

Nods. 

"We know our signal?" 

More nods. 

"Then off to the Bat-mobile!!" 



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