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Right on cue, hurricane Cecelia came running into the room, a mess of golden hair and colorful clothes that the ten year old insisted reflected how she felt on the inside. She was EXCITED and HAPPY and her toothy grin said as much as she skidded to a stop, nearly knocking into poor Calen. "Whoops! Sorry, Calen!" Honest to goodness, she was. Looked it, too. Blue-green puppy eyes big as saucers and apologetic. "How'd you know? I'm parched!" Plucking a glass of orange juice from the table, she gulped it down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when she'd had her fill. "Ah. So good. Aren't you going to drink some of yours, Cat?" Because yes, despite her grand entrance and tendency to get distracted, Cece had noticed her best friend sitting there. Hi!
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