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Tara walks down the stairs, she trips on the last one, stumbles, and recovers, pretending nobody saw it. She walks over to the bar and sits, wrapping her skirt around her legs.
"Hot chocolate, please."
A mug of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and chocolate syrup materializes in front of her.
"Thanks."
She takes a sip, smiles, and licks the whipped cream off her lip. She really should check out how the bar's magick works. Of course, sometimes there is no explanation...it's just magick. Kinda like love.
"Hot chocolate, please."
A mug of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and chocolate syrup materializes in front of her.
"Thanks."
She takes a sip, smiles, and licks the whipped cream off her lip. She really should check out how the bar's magick works. Of course, sometimes there is no explanation...it's just magick. Kinda like love.