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girllllll.

[ His hand finds her elbow almost instantly — there to steady her by instinct. Her words get a laugh (a breath), his gaze flickering up and then down to make sure she's got her balance. ]

Maybe if a godmother'd thought of it.

[ A beat. His grip relaxes, falls away. ]

At least you didn't fall into the fountain.

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