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“No way,” Andrea says, pushing Andrew’s hand off her cheek. Andrew’s mouth twitches and his eyes twinkle and Andrea turns back to her room. Heavy footsteps make her turn around again. A plump maid walks down the hallway, carrying a black marker in her hands. Andrea grabs the maid and takes the marker out of her hands, uncaps it, and then lunges forward. Caitan tries to dodge, but she’s too slow. Andrea makes a small line between Caitan’s lip and nose. She steps away and smiles at her work—from a distance it looks like Caitan has a dark moustache. “How dare you,” Caitan shrieks. “Give me that marker.” Andrea jumps back and tucks the marker into her pocket. Caitan rubs at her upper lip, but the ink has already stained the skin. Angry tears fill her eyes and she raises her hand to slap