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"So Amara?" Megan says chewing her salad. I look at her smiling. After our reunion, Megan's assistant kinda heard us and told Megan, who decided that I should have dinner with them. She even informed my parents and I'm sure I heard their squeals through the phone. Uncle Rickard is grinning though eating quietly, while Talon looks at his mom and back to food. "Yes!?" I say, politely declining more steaks that the cook was offering. "Prepared for the masquerade ball, this Friday?" she asks, smiling, excitedly. What!? This Friday!? Mom didn't tell me that. I choke on the streak I was chewing. Talon panics and pats my back and giving me a glass of water. I take it, gulp down its content and then look at a confused Megan, confused myself. "Mom didn't tell me that it's on Friday
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