‘Knock knock!’ says a female voice behind Marshall Lee’s door. Puzzled, he looks up from his juicy red aardbei and floats over to the door. ‘Who is it?’ he asks ‘Its me, u dweeb!’ replys the voice. Marshal Lee smiles to himself. There’s only one person he knows that would talk to him like that. He opens the door wide open and says causally ‘Oh hallo Fionna’ his dark black eyes locking into her cool blue ones. ‘Heya Marsh’ she says ‘What’s with all the stuff?’ asks Marshall pointing to her backpack, surprisingly filled with stuff. ‘Oh what, this? Umm.. well...
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