"It's not even raining that hard. And he was a perfectly safe driver," Rory argued feebly, looking resignedly over Anakin's shoulder.

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Rory bit her lip as she adjusted one of the pins holding up her hair. She checked her reflection one more time, smoothing her hands down over her dress and started putting in the weetiny star earrings that she'd bought the other day.

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