"You're a miracle worker," Brooke said, giddy. She had, in her clutch, copious amounts of cash, withdrawn from an account that Manuel had set aside for her. "Things have been alright? A couple of mishaps with some of the girls at the Institute, but its all par for the course." She had severely pissed off a girl named Willow Woods by plucking hydrangeas and hyacinths that she'd grown for Brooke's own room. Brooke hadn't realized that Willow had grown the flowers with her mutant ability.

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