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... in front of her stood Acheron, looking somewhat abashed. When she didn’t respond right away, he took a step forward, his expression remorseful.
"I’m so sorry!" he blurted, his voice tinged with guilt. "The snowball wasn’t meant for you, I swear. I was aiming for Lothario!" He gestured at Lothar, who lingered a few paces behind Esme. He smirked slightly, while Althea gave a knowing nod.
Esme’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, but then she dropped to her knees, scooping a gene ...
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