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... first date. I had a full-blown stampede: hooves, horns, and one suspiciously judgmental peacock. Not that I let anyone see it, of course. Mara Stormrider, Mistress of Mischief, Fencer of Fates, and according to at least two wanted posters—"dangerously persuasive with a broom," did not get nervous. I got... creative.
Which is how I ended up hiding in the supply closet, wielding a bouquet of self-tying ribbons and arguing with an enchanted hairbrush that had opinions about volume.
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