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With a less than great heave ho, the two of them lifted the conked out girl. Aya made sure to get a good grip. After all, dropping the girl on her noggin' was probably a horrible idea. Traumatic brain injury stunted brain growth. Probably. She didn't actually know if that one was true, but it definitely sounded true. She'd believe it if someone told her it.

The worried look on Fumiko's face almost made Aya feel guilty. Almost. It was just a joke, after all. No police officer would arrest the two of them for trying to get a heat-stroked girl to safety. Probably. Most of them had something better to do. Still, announcing that it was a little white lie would probably distract the entire getting-the-girl-into-shade deal, so she would hold off on squelching her worries.

For now, she'd just do what Fumiko offered: getting the girl into Spice Tea so she wouldn't die in some freak, chased-by-bookstore employee accident.

[color=f5ad5f]"Easy does 'er,"[/color] Aya aimlessly said to herself. She really didn't want to drop the kid, especially on the hard concrete sidewalk.