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BLOOM "What are we going to do?" Chloe asked, walking into my office the next day. "About what?" I asked, glancing up from the design I was sketching. We were going with extravagant ballroom worthy dresses. That's what the competition is about for the next stage. "About Cole," she replied, "What are we going to do? He seems depressed." "He's Cole, he'll be fine," I said dismissively, "I don't see Finn anywhere near you today." "I don't know." She shrugged, "I haven't seen him since he left my house yesterday. The air smells better without him having to breathe down my neck every time." I narrowed my eyes at her, then glanced out the transparent glass walls in my office to Cole who was busy on his phone and biting his nails repeatedly. He does look troubled and agitated. "
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