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kya's flace began to grow red as she picked up the laundry that had spilled from the bag and bundle it back inside.
Kya(quietly) no, there was only one time with the window. and the cheese grater happened before the window. and no, it was not with me in the bath.
She pulled the bag of laundry up onto her shoulder, making eye contact with him and daring him to ask anything else.
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