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Using the crayons and chalk, Becky shaded her drawing. Once she deemed it perfect, she added words. THIS COULD BE YOU, in large black letters at the top. Then details at the bottom on how to help their cause. "What do you think?" she asked Erick, showing him the poster.

Josh stumbled to the door, opened it. He had his permanent bedhead mess of sandy brown hair. Whether he was just sleeping or wide awake, no one will ever know. In one hand he held a comic book. Probably awake reading it. "What's up, man?" Josh replied, seeing that it was Gregory at the door. From the view in the doorway, the room was a mess. Apparently he and Petey were collecting things again. There were cardboard boxes everywhere, some of them had comics spilling out of them. "Zack at Dragon's Wing paid us all the unsold comics to scrub out the store's basement," he explained.