"You're...you're the son of the Pumpkin King?"
She watched him nod his head glumly.
"I thought he had skeleton children."
"Obviously not all of them were skeletons," he snapped. He looked back and saw her face before she covered the hurt by turning away.
She reached for her scissors, cutting the hearts by hand. Her magic suffered when she felt a negative emotion. The last thing she needed was some lumpy magicked heart cut out.
They worked past dark. Rag Doll didn't hear the scissors snipping and looked behind him. Hearts was asleep on the pile of raw cloth.
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