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Get Going.

Camille walked into her sister’s room.

“You ready to go yet? Your brother is already waiting for us in the c….”

Camille suddenly stopped and stared at her sister. She was holding something behind her back.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” She asked, stuffing the object into her dance bag.

“Whatever,” Camille sighed, even though she was deeply concerned what it was. Her sister shouldn’t have to hide anything from her. They used to be really close at least.

She could worry about it later, they had to get going.

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