Hey, guard!” Ian hollered out loud. “Do you think we could get a bathroom break?”	The guard seemed to snicker as he pointed to the grass outside the cell. Eena smirked at how dead-on her thoughts had been after all.	“Come on,” Ian complained. “She can’t do that, she’s a girl.”	The soldier smiled wryly, a shrug communicating his indifference.	Eena laughed in her mind.	(I don’t know what you think’s so funny. You’re the one who’s gotta pee.)	Oddly enough, that fact just made her laugh even more.
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave
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