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“It’s ok,” Lola replied, “I’m not mad at you, nobody is.”

“You’re not?” Lincoln wondered.

“The whole thing was an accident,” Lola explained.

“But what about your arm?” Lincoln asked.

“It will heal,” Lola said as she handed Lincoln some pamphlets, “plus I have back-up plans.”

“Little Miss Injury Pageant,” Lincoln read, “Cutest Cast Pageant.”

Lincoln: Okay, I’ll bite. Lola, is there actually a pageant for that?