We all had to leave early together this morning. Normally, Namine would climb into the car by herself from her wheelchair, but it was still wet from the dew.

I'll just pick you up and put you in myself, because the car is still wet.

I know, because of the lasagna.

What?

What?

I think maybe we should go back to bed.

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