Well, a week has passed. And so has Joshua. Time for Erika to go home. I thank her warmly and she smiles, on her way.

I walk up to Joshua, smiling devilishly. He looks at me suspicously and shakes his head.

“What are you doing?” he asked. I thrust my hand out, still smiling.

“Welcome!” I yelled. “You passed!”

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