Dear God, Max! What happened to your face?” Berg hysterically asked. She shrugged, the quills in her face wiggling when she did. “A porcupine attacked me. Flung its quills at me.” She glanced around, seemingly not bothered by the many—many—quills hanging from her face like some weird, horrifying mask.
-Shelly Laurenston
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