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sobeille’s eyes lit like lanterns, the blood rising to her face to be so invitingly cajoled by her maman.

she wordlessly followed, her skin alight in ripples of excitement. careful of her step, sobeille circled her maman.

but she was nervous to perform poorly — it was easier to stalk than to strike, in her opinion. head low, she came for mireille’s flank, waiting for the counter.