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At the Spenco Toy Factory picnic, a slight chill rested beneath the brightness of a sunny April sky. A week had passed since Ashlyn’s latest encounter with Sam Reno. A week filled with hard work on an inspired sculpture. A week void of trespassing and Sam Reno’s glowering eyes.

Ashlyn tossed a Frisbee to a distant cousin she barely knew. The thirteen-year-old boy leaped up to retrieve it. Obviously, height graced only her branch of the family.