“Why you so difficult all the time?”
The sun warmed her face. “I ain’t.” She dropped her pack on the platform. The cramps came in waves.
“You stopping?” Jonnie sighed.
She sat on her pack, looked at the floor, tried to ignore the pain. “Believe me. I used to be rich and famous.”
Jonnie’s face contorted. He ran his tongue over broken teeth. Another sigh. “If you say so.”
Her eyes rolled. “And I’m stubborn?”
“Famous? For real? Ain’t nobody gonna buy that.” He snorted.
“Very. I would’ve been President if not for that unfit witch’s spell that switched me.”
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