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conversations.value:  "Okay, everyone, please stop what you’re doing and pay attention for a minute." Lene clapped her hands in the front of the room.
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conversations.value:  At the sound of her voice, the Academy Knights froze in place. It seemed the results of the Way-of-the-Maid boot camp were long-lasting. "What is it, Le—Ms. Lene?"
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conversations.value:  "What is it, Le—Ms. Lene?" Even Rod called Lene by her preferred title. After all, as far as the café was concerned, she was in charge.
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conversations.value:  "The costumes you will wear at the fair are ready. Please try them on." A number of merchants from the Aurousseau Company brought in boxes of clothes at Lene’s instruction. "The men will dress as maids, and the women will dress as butlers. I had them tailored slightly large to be safe, but if they’re too big, we can take them in." Lene said as she handed out the costumes.
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conversations.value:  "We need a place to change… The guys can change here, and the girls can change in the empty classroom next door." Rod suggested with a laugh. The room we were presently in was a bit of a disaster zone, so he likely considered this chivalrous.
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