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Leila eyed the flier for a moment before tearing one
of them off the wall and folding it into her pocket. Maybe
he wasn’t all that bad? That snap and click might have just
been his carefree, earth loving attitude. That was a thing,
right? Maybe? In which case, he might be just her type.
Might be.
WHAT OES THE FLIER SAY Sarika shouted, ap
pearing next to Leila.
Leila spilled what remained of her coffee, the cup
hitting the ground with a pang, the cold brew staining
the bottom of her jeans.
YO HA E OT TO STOP OIN THAT

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