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“K-knocked up?!” Melissa Jones isn’t sure she heard Jessica Storm correctly. “Wait, are you  really going to-”

Jessica Storm sweeps her pale blonde hair back over her shoulder, the strands flashing in the  afternoon sun like lightning. “Oh, come on, would you?” She turns toward the doorway, and  begins to walk toward it. “Sejin’s wasted enough time as it is.”

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