Could she? She didn't know. She unwound herself slowly from around Nancy, pushing herself to her feet. Yes, her legs could hold her. Her fist went up to scrub at her eyes, trying to remove any signs of tears, before moving to grab her hat and fix it back on her head. She was the Artful Dodger. The Artful Dodger didn't cry. They faced things head on.
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Could she? She didn't know. She unwound herself slowly from around Nancy, pushing herself to her feet. Yes, her legs could hold her. Her fist went up to scrub at her eyes, trying to remove any signs of tears, before moving to grab her hat and fix it back on her head. She was the Artful Dodger. The Artful Dodger didn't cry. They faced things head on.
"I c'n walk."