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Nymphadoraliz Walking into the green house, Liz looks around and finds an empty spot toward the middle. Taking out her gloves from her bag, she places them on the table in front of her.
Cela shuffled into the class, eyes downcast and gloves
already on. She sat next to Liz without saying anything, but gave her housemate a little smile.
Even the pink pots couldn't cheer her up.