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I stared at the greyish trail of mush she’d left as the only clue to her departure, then turned to Saylor. “She’s not over it, is she?”

Pursing her lips, Saylor shook her head, her pink hair flapping from side to side. “No. Not even a little bit.” Then, she met my eyes and grinned. “This is going to be so good.”THE END