[ Alas she has no time to be touched that he managed to save her crude but heartfelt weapon. Rapunzel crouches low, grabs onto her hair, then tosses it, angling for the highest branch she can see. When the mass of gold tumbles down the other side, she yanks the strands. A few almost seem to wind themselves around her hand. ]
Hey, that is his fault for being so bad at hide-and-seek. Hold onto me!
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Hey, that is his fault for being so bad at hide-and-seek. Hold onto me!