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Ama 
"Uh, hold what, dear?" interrogated Daphne confused and settled for holding up the back of her robes, guessing perhaps Celandine wanted to match up the torn fabric from the gaping hole that had been ventilating air across her thighs. "By the way, Celly," added Daphne, twirling delicately, the pink ribbon attached to the crown of her head around a finger. "Do you have anything planned after class?"
Celandine looked at Daffy, eyeing her rear to check her handiwork. "It's almost as good as new. I think I was off by a half a thread." Celandine wrinkled her nose, annoyed by that. "No. Nothing planned." Cela told her, taking a seat again and tugging one end of her own
pink ribbon cautiously, since the gloves made it difficult to be gentle.
She kicked her bag gently with her foot, smiling a little at the thought of all that glue.