87: Pink, pink, pink.

Willow pov

I was still trapped in the pink blankets when Grandpa Khan decided the treatment needed to “level up.”

“Up, up, up!” he boomed, clapping his hands. “Sitting is for sad people, we’re no longer sad people. We’re active, honey-cake-powered people!”

I peeked out from the pile of blankets. ...

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