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          𝐖𝐇𝐘… 𝐖𝐇- 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍? As the last purple sparks faded, Daphne’s eyes widened as she found herself, for the first time in… well, ever, able to look down, and see herself, three-dimensional. Her hair, still lustrous, bright and shiny, had lost some unnamed quality that had kept it bodied and full. She felt, for once, EVERYTHING. The silky fabric of her dress. The itch her old-fashioned scarf left against her neck. The ache leftover from YEARS of wearing those same old mary-janes. JEEPERS! It’d been years!

Wh… Where am I? Who are you? Where’s Freddie? Velma?She called for her friends, with rising panic.  Someone better answer me, quick! ” 

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