So, we're the only one's left in the Art Club, right? Savena asks, her voice a curious mix of skepticism and hopefulness Her golden earring glints as she tilts her head, the sharpness in her eyes softened by a flicker of vulnerability. I hope you remember that we are down to crunch time for the fair and we haven't even started on our club's presentation.
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