Magic Box, Thursday, 1/21

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The fashion show was over, and Tara was especially grateful for that as she got to the shop and set things out for the day. She had 11 more weeks of modeling class, which wasn't really that many; she just hoped none in the future would be about Lady Gaga

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Kennedy usually came by to visit every week, that was true. And hey, she'd been here last week, just, y'know, tiny and not very human-like. That was a week of training she'd missed, which she was rather singlemindedly trying to make up for now (that and the pie), so while she wasn't actually coming into the store, she kept jogging past and trying to wave on her way by. Because she was so much more of a dork than she thought and was doing laps around the neighborhood instead of the entire island.

She'd get tired eventually.

[life_inshadow]

The first time, Tara didn't even notice Kennedy.

The second time, she glanced up, grinned, and waved back.

The third time, she leaned out the doorway and hollered, "How many more are you going to do?"

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"Don't know!" Kennedy started jogging backwards, then in place when she reached the doorway and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I thought I'd keep it up until I couldn't take it any more."

It had been really hard to burn off a lot of restless energy with four wee paws, okay?

[life_inshadow]

Tara laughed and shook her head in amusement. "Okay, well, don't fall over in the street or anything. I don't want you to get hit by a rickshaw."

Kennedy definitely seemed to have energy to burn, so she wouldn't keep her long.