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"You're a genius," Karolina sighed as she sunk into the soft leathers of the couch. Idly she ran her fingers through Nico's hair; the witch had sprawled out on the L-shaped piece of furniture to use her lap as a pillow. Nico's murmur of agreement came out sounding more like a contented purr. Xavin was too occupied with devouring his second bag of Funions, packaging and all, to care.
"...should've done this a long time ago," Chase said before taking another hit off the smoldering joint.
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"They asked you to grow what?!" Victor exclaimed as Klara and Molly finished packing down the sand around his neck.