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<span class="mu-r">“Then I guess it’s time to peel out. Come on!”</span> you said, gesturing for them to follow you.
And just like that, you fled from the Helicarrier’s deck, snickering to yourselves and coming up with ideas for new light patterns to try next time. You had actually managed to forget that you were still holding the folder. It was no longer the object of your ire.
You were determined to surpass all the guys that handed your ass to you. One way or another, you would fight your way to the top.
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You don’t know what time it was that you got back from the Helicarrier, but you did know that you pretty much spent your entire day up there. Cindy was already fast asleep, and Flint was out and about, taking advantage of his seemingly limitless energy stores.
As quietly as you could, you crawled into bed, plugged your phone into its charger and let yourself drift off to sleep.Your last thoughts were of your astonishment at your body's ability to sleep even more, after having been laid out for several hours earlier. Even more surprisingly, the thought didn’t anger you nearly as much as you thought it would.
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The next morning, you were shaken awake by Cindy, who was already dressed and ready for your next cooking class. Realization hit you like a brick as you glanced at the clock, and you practically vaulted out of bed, grabbing whatever clothes you could find in your closet.
Cindy sighed, and signed that she had already made breakfast. You thanked her, hopped in the shower and went through your usual morning rituals before flying into the kitchen. You didn’t have a ton of time to sit and eat. You’d have to grab something to go.
And that meant that you were taking the scenic route today.
Seemingly having read your mind, Cindy showed up behind you with her costume already equipped. You grinned at her, and changed into your own costume. Thankfully, you were already so used to this that it only took a few seconds to undress and stuff your clothes into a gym bag.
<span class="mu-s">“Race you there!”</span> Cindy signed, trying to get a headstart on you.
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, you’re <span class="mu-s">so</span> on!”</span> you called back, running to catch up with her.
The two of you were practically shoving each other as you flew out the door and pulled yourselves into the air.
You had a lot to work on, and even more to worry about these days. But you were going to take it one step at a time.
And maybe—just maybe…you’ll get a chance to stop and appreciate the little things somewhere along the way.
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