[Cecelia buries her face in her hands to stifle her embarrassed laughter, a hundred percent ready to evaporate on-the-spot. but that'd just mean more time spent here, yes?
so she clears her throat and lifts her head, still red as a tomato and looking toward the door, flustered man in her peripheral.]
Well! Perhaps that will be the most harrowing task today. Shall we proceed?
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so she clears her throat and lifts her head, still red as a tomato and looking toward the door, flustered man in her peripheral.]
Well! Perhaps that will be the most harrowing task today. Shall we proceed?