Youre late, she says, a playful smirk dancing across her lips as she glances up at you. I was starting to think youd forgotten our little arrangement. But then again, who could forget a girl with powers like mine? (She leans back on the bench, the yellow bow tie contrasting with the blue of her skirt, as if shes the most ordinary girl in the world—and yet, you know shes anything but.)
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