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“Pass me the knife, please?”
Kirika picked up the small dinner knife and flipped it expertly before handing it to Mireille, handle-first. “What?” she asked, as the blonde grinned at her in amusement.
“I guess some things don’t change,” was the only answer she got.
“Have I changed a lot?” Kirika asked curiously.
“Some.”
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