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Unfortunately, Thalali didn't notice that Skye's long braid had gotten stuck in the spokes of his racing bike, and she was currently getting dragged along behind while calmly finishing off her seconds of coffee and turkish delight, each clutched in one of her hands' iron grip. Her hair finally came loose from the bike as her hair tie snapped, and she slid to a halt at Elif and Cal's feet. "Darn, there goes my last hair tie," she groused, seemingly unaffected by the other proceedings.
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