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... well. No more fights. No more cold silences. Just Celestia being... Celestia. Loud, stubborn, sharp-tongued, soft underneath, and somehow impossible not to forgive even when she didn’t deserve it.
But it was Saturday now. She came over with a small bag —"weekend essentials," she called it. Toothbrush, skincare, her favorite hoodie, a suspiciously large amount of snacks, and Duchess’s toy mouse for some reason, even though the cat was still at her place.
That was when it hit me. < ...
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