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... eone who had just been told she needed to sacrifice her favorite silk heels for a puddle stomp contest. Her hands were daintily poised near her chest, elbows in, and eyes locked on the dead animal with a mix of horror and dramatic flair. Cyrus stood to the side, holding a sharpened bone knife, looking genuinely conflicted.
"You can do it," Bubu’s voice echoed faintly from the dark screen by the tree. The system had long since dimmed, probably hiding from the wrathful glare Isabella shot ...
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