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conversations.value:  “MISSS CLAAAIRE!” Rae came up behind Claire, who was reading a book at her expensive wooden desk, and draped herself over her.
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conversations.value:  “Argh… Rae, you’re heavy.” She felt soft and smelled so nice.
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conversations.value:  "What are you reading? Umm… Overview of the Bauer Kingdom Government System?”
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conversations.value:  “It’s a book about the political and social systems in this kingdom.”
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conversations.value:  “That sounds complicated.” We were in the room Claire and her roommate shared in the Academy dormitory. Her roommate hadn’t returned to the capital yet, so it was just the two of us. There were still a few days before school started again, but Claire had insisted on returning so she could ask the history and political science instructors at the Academy for some reading recommendations. She’d had her nose buried in heavy tomes ever since the incident in Euclid during our vacation. Summer was coming to an end, but it was still sweltering. I was cooling the air around Claire to a comfortable temperature using my water magic. “Miss Claire, how about taking a break?”
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conversations.value:  “I’m almost done reading this. I’ll be with you in a moment.” The events in Euclid had shaken Claire. Ever since, she had thrown herself into the study of economic disparity in the Bauer Kingdom and how those disparities might be addressed. I was a little disappointed that she had less time to spend with me, but I didn’t want to get in the way of her newfound conscience. Doing something about the gulf between the rich and poor in this kingdom was in line with my objectives—not that I was going to explain that any time soon. “Miss Claire, I’ll be right back. I’m going to prepare some tea and snacks.” She didn’t answer, just waved her hand without even looking my way. She wasn’t giving me the cold shoulder—this was just how comfortable she was around me, now. At least, that was what I told myself as I left Claire’s room and headed toward the dorm kitchen.
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