Eamane was in an unsually good mood...it probably had something to do with the small plush fish under her arm that was earning her some strange looks as she made her way home. And for a change the looks didn't bother her...much. She was still a blushing a shade close to that of a lobster when she got home but she hadn't shoved the plush into her bag. One did not treat children...or children to be in that manner.
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