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... it looked like.
By the time we ended up sprawled back on my bed, the lights dimmed, my laptop perched on a pillow with some random movie playing, it was as if nothing had happened. Celestia was curled against me, a bowl of popcorn in her lap—homemade, of course, because apparently microwave bags were an insult to her standards.
To anyone else, she looked fine. Perfectly fine. Smiling at the screen, tossing kernels into her mouth, occasionally missing on purpose just to laugh at h ...
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