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... around, their attention occasionally drifting toward our table every time Ariana smiled or spoke.
We ignored them.
We ate.
We talked.
And for a little while, the academy didn’t feel suffocating.
Ariana carefully cut another little piece of cheesecake with her fork, almost reverently, as if it were some rare delicacy.
"...It’s really good..." she whispered, cheeks faintly flushed.
"Well, of course," I said, shrugging casually. "It’s me who ...
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