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She took a deep breath, steeling herself.

[I can’t believe I agreed to this,] she thought, shaking her head slightly. [Me, pretending to be a dance manager. What am I getting myself into?]

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Before she could second-guess herself further, the door swung open, revealing Kimiko in all her radiant glory.

The older kitsune’s eyes lit up at the sight of Raven, a sly smile playing on her lips.

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