[ her heart wants to burst. Herlock was right about this girl. ]
Our girl.
[ an impulsive woman is she: she sweeps down lower and lifts Iris off the floor in a true embrace, and spins them both around the room once, face buried in pink pigtails as they bounce ]
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Our girl.
[ an impulsive woman is she: she sweeps down lower and lifts Iris off the floor in a true embrace, and spins them both around the room once, face buried in pink pigtails as they bounce ]
Hhah, I thought—