Ten pages of unedited DP drabbles. Cleaning out my 'unfinished' folder and figured someone would want to read them.

First is a 'Real Life' bit about Danny and Dash. Kinda creepy and short.

Second is called 'The Sneeze' and is pretty self explanatory.

Third is one I wrote with my eyes closed at three AM, so sorry for misplaced letters and spelling mistakes. I couldn't see what I was typing. And all of the characters are a bit OOC. Danny gets captured by his parents in this one.

Fourth is a gooey DxS drabble from Sam's POV.

Enjoy 'em.

-Cori

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He loved it.

Quietly, secretly, tell-no-one loved it.

He could feel Dash’s wrath literally flow through the air around the two of them as the jock lifted him off his feet. That pure, human fury sparkled and danced in the humid school hallway, charging the atmosphere like electricity. Pieces of it dusted through the air, drifting down to land on Danny’s body, sending small bubbles of energy fizzling through the smaller boy.

The only real problem with the whole situation Danny figured, wincing as his spine pressed into some of the locks on the lockers, is that Dash had cornered him in one of the darker corners of the hallway. As Dash’s emotional high sizzled around in the corridor, Danny’s ghost side soaked it up like a plant in the sun. It was even warm and soothing, just like sunlight, and just as automatic. The energy was there and would be taken in by his ghost side… but that wasn’t really a concern for the ghost boy. The issue at the moment was, of course, that Danny’s eyes would start to glow.

Danny had seen it in the mirror a few times, and both Sam and Tucker had commented on how creepy it was. A deep down shimmer of green, almost like light reflecting in a cat’s eyes, boiling in his irises as his ghost side swirled inside of him. Tiny fireflies of pure energy trapped in his eyes. It was always there, that sliver of glowing emerald, but it was usually unnoticeable. Being human dampened it. Being in the sunlight made it, for all intents and purposes, invisible.

Now, however, his nose was inches from Dash’s in a place where the sunlight wouldn’t obscure the supernatural gleam. The pure power of Dash’s anger was dragging out Danny’s ghost side, making the green in his eyes more and more pronounced by the instant. Any second now, Dash would be able to see the glowing, make some impossible connection, and realize that Danny was, in fact, Phantom.

It made Danny’s heart race to be that close to discovery. Coupled with the intense feeling of Dash’s anger slicing through his ghost side, Danny’s adrenaline was racing through him. That made him more bold and daring than he normally would have been.

He narrowed his eyes, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air between the two of them. Eyes inches apart, Danny could see the almost imperceptible widening of Dash’s eyes as the jock deciphered the look Danny was giving him. Yeah, that’s right, Danny taunted, I dare you to stuff me in a locker.

It was something he knew Dash wouldn’t be able to resist.

Danny’s whole body jerked as Dash scowled and slammed him backwards into the bank of lockers. With a wince at the flash of pain, Danny felt his muscles tense, ready to defend himself. But he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to relax and to not fight back. Fighting back was a bad idea. Dash was human – at least, Danny thought there was a good possibility that Dash was human, somewhere, deep down inside – and Danny refused to fight humans. Besides, Danny already knew that he could rip Dash to shreds in a little under two seconds, if he really wanted to.

“Loser,” Dash spit at him, the older boy’s eyes full of anger and rage and… Danny finally caught a tiny glimpse of the feeling lodged underneath it all: pure, unbridled jealousy. Developed over years of watching the smaller boy excel at school without really seeming to try, have a caring family, and have real best friends, that feeling was sweet and heavy in the air.

Despite his current situation – feet inches off the ground, locker digging painfully into his back, the locker next to him being quickly prepped for him getting stuffed unceremoniously inside – Danny felt a smile tug at his mouth. Sure, he was the one about to be stuffed into a locker, but both of them knew which one was really stronger.

And, secretly, he loved that.

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For months after the ‘accident’ that left him with ghost powers, Danny Fenton didn’t always have the best control over when he’d turn back to human during a ghost fight. The transformation rings would wash over him whenever he lost control of the energy inside of him. Often, it caught him completely off guard and at some of the worst moments possible.

Never, thankfully, did it go the other way. His other ghost powers would act up whenever his tenuous control over that energy slipped – resulting in more dropped beakers and invisible moments than he cared to remember – but never once did he just randomly turn ghost. That one power alone seemed to take conscious effort.

He’d always, silently, wondered why that was. All of his other powers were fully integrated into him; they acted and reacted without much thought on his part. Even after the months of work that it took to build mental blocks around his powers to keep them in check when he didn’t want them, still his ability to ‘go ghost’ stayed in its own unique category.

One of his most favorite pet theories was that he just wasn’t ghost enough no a normal basis for that kind of change to happen unconsciously. He was too human in his thoughts, actions, and emotions for that switch to happen without his consent. Never having found any sort of evidence for why this ghost power stood out like that – and slowly losing interest – Danny eventually gave it up as ‘that’s simply how it works’ and forgot about it.

It didn’t forget about him.

Tucker noticed long before his friends that Danny was always right when it came to theories about his ghost powers. He started logging it into his PDA after that, collecting evidence to show to prove to the others that he was right. Maybe it had something to do with the ghost powers themselves, but Danny seemed to understand them perfectly. Control was constantly slipping out of his fingers, but theory he had down pat… not that he knew that he did.

So it happened this time, as well. Danny’s idea on why ‘going ghost’ took more effort than his other ghost powers was completely correct. The only thing he missed in this little theory was the quiet thought that he was slowly integrating into his ghost side. Every day brought him a bit closer.

Then, one day, he reached a tipping point. He was just as much ghost as he was human. The built-in block that kept him from randomly turning ghost – the one ghost power he didn’t have carefully locked away in his mind – evaporated.

Not that he knew it…

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“I hate this,” Danny muttered darkly, stabbing down at his lunch with his spork. “Not only that, but I’m about to be poisoned by mystery meat.”

Sam smirked. “You could have a salad, you know.”

“It’s not that green,” Tucker retorted, taking a big bite out of his own glob of meat. “And, Danny, just keep your head down and it’s not that bad.”

Danny’s spork snapped in half. “Not that bad… Did you see who’s walking through the cafeteria? Did you see who’s putting up sensors all over the school?”

“Yes. But. I don’t see what you big problem is – they haven’t noticed anything yet.” Sam picked up a carrot and popped it into her mouth. “And you’ve been dealing with the Guys in White for over a year without any problems. They never figure anything out, you know that.”

“Yeah,” Tucker laughed, “you’d have to turn ghost right in front of them and they still wouldn’t get it. They’d probably have to requisition equipment and request permission to hunt you before they could do anything anyways. You’d have plenty of time to run.”

Nodding, Danny let it drop, pushing his lunch around unexcitedly with his half-spork. For some reason he just had a really bad feeling about the whole situation. The thought of those jerks wandering around his school had the hairs on the back of his neck standing up and made his inedible lunch even less appetizing.

“What are we going to do after school? Nasty Burger?” Tucker said around his mouthful of meat.

“How can you talk about eating later when you’re eating lunch now?” Sam asked sourly.

Tucker stared at her for a moment. “What does lunch have to do with what we do after school?”

“Don’t you want to go do something… I don’t know… fun?”

“The Nasty Burger is fun. And they’ve got chili fries!”

Danny sighed a little, listening to his friends argue back and forth. Not for the first time, Sam wanted to go do something active and Tucker wanted to go do something food related. He didn’t care what they did after school – it’d all be ruined by the annoyance in white. The agency had set up a headquarters in the eastern section of the town and now the white suits were everywhere. On a scale of frustrating, one being his parents, ten being Vlad, the jerks were quickly jumping up the scale. They’d reached a level about the same as Valerie, maybe a six or seven.

“I’m not going to just sit around and watch you play video games!”

“You could play you know. I know you know how.”

“Or we could go play a game. Like Frisbee – how long has it been since we played Frisbee?”

“Long enough to have lost the Frisbees, I’m sure. That’s why we should play Doomed or something.”

Danny set down his spork. He wasn’t going to eat anything more, not with the Guys in White stalking through the cafeteria all around him. They were making his stomach churn.

He wrinkled his nose, suddenly feeling the urge to sneeze. Bringing his hand up to cover his nose, he sneezed, feeling an odd tingle run through him. It took him just a heartbeat to realize what the feeling was, keeping his eyes firmly shut, unwilling to acknowledge the disaster that had just occurred.

Sam and Tucker had both stuttered into silence, followed quickly by the rest of the cafeteria. “D…Danny?” Sam whispered. “What’s…”

Panic swept through Danny as he struggled to figure out what to do. He hadn’t wanted to do that. He’d just… turned into… gone ghost… only he hadn’t wanted to. He hadn’t thought about it, but yet… it just happened.

Danny’s eyes opened slowly, the glowing green standing out among the hundreds of more human colored eyes that were staring back at him. “Um…” he tried to swallow, but found that a bit hard to do with his mouth being so dry, “hi?”

“The ghost punk,” a deep voice barked. “He’s been hiding as a human! Get him!”

Sam jumped up, skidding to a stop between Danny and the approaching government agents. “Danny! Run!”

“Yeah,” Danny breathed, shaking himself out of his frozen state.

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Okay. Wiritng this with my eyes closed in the middle of the night…. XD Let’s see how I do.

They had him, finally. After moths of searching, hours of meticulous planning, and frantic moments when they thought everything was going to fall apart… they had him. He was stretched out on a gurney, his feet dangling off the edge, unconscious.

“You did a great job, Mads,” Jack congratulated. He had a huge smile plastered on his face as he pushed the gurney down the sidewalk towards the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle.

“You r invention w orked wonders,” Maddie glowed back, said invention carried carefully in her arms, pausing now and then to clange down at their capture.

Phantom. The ghost boy of Amity Park. The terror of the human world – at least in the Fentons’ eyes.

“This will be great,” Jack beaned, unable to stop thinking about how they’d finally cornered the illustrious ghost. “We get to finally run all of those experiments we’d been wanting to run…”

Maddie gasped suddenly. “Jack, wait.”

“What?”

“Look.” She pointed, unsteadily, as the giant weapon Jack had designed took both hands to carry, at the teenager’s chest. “Is he… breathing?”

Both ghost experts stared at their captive in amazement. Yes. His chest was gently rising and falling in a very solw breathing pattern. “No way,” Jack whispered. “Ghosts don’t breathe.”

Maddie blinked, breaking the two of them out of their startled, silent contemplation of the strange ghost. “Let’s get him in the GAV. We can study him later.”

“Right.”

It didn’t take long – minutes, really – before the ghost was loaded into the modified van and both the Fentons were crouched over his still form. “I can’t believe it,” Maddie whispered. “He’s breathing.”

Jack was busy counting. “Average human number of breaths, it seems,” he muttered after a minute..

Leaning forwards, a question springing into her mnind, Maddie gently placed her giners against the ghost’s neck. To her astonishment, she could feel a pulse fluttering gently even through the thick fabric of the boy’s jumpsuit. “A heart beat…”

“Impossible!” Jack whispered.

Maddie’s hand drifted up, touching the ghost’s face. Her gasp brough Jack to his feet, his eyes sharp as he watched her jerk her hand away from his face. “Jack…” she breathed, “feel his skin.”

He blinked at her, then reached forwards. “It’s… warmn…”

“Seventy, maybe eighty degrees,” Maddie concurred quietly.

“It’s phically impossible!” Jack shouted. “Ectoplasm evaporates at fourte-three degrees. If he’s truly at seventy-something degrees… he should be a ball of gas.”

“But he is. You can feel it too.”

“I just…” Jack shook his head helplessly. “I just don’t believe it.” Wondering if maybe it was just a fluke of the boy’s face, Jack reached down and carefully pulled off one of Phantom’s gloves. The instant it was away from the ghost’s body, the entire glove subliminated. It turned right from a solid to a gas in Jack’s hands inthin instants. “Maddie, did you see that?”

“The ghost must have ben holding it solid, even at such a drastically high temperatuve.”

Jack looked at his wife, completely baffled as to what to do next. “Now hat?”

“Blood sample,” she decided, then corrected herself. “Ectoplasm sample”

Jack nodded, grabbing a needle out of one of the cabinets and holding it out to his wife. Taking it carefully, Maddie lined it up with Phantom’s arm and pushed it through his cold skin, then slowly drew back on the plunger, extracting a small sample of the green extoplasm. “ Perfect,” she whispered.

Jack grabbed it out of her hands, spinning around to put it through the analyzer. “I enhanced this puppy,” he stated happily as the machine whirred. “It shouldn’t take more than a few seconds to have our… here it is.” Jack grinned as the report appeared on the screen. “Type ‘A’ ectoplasm, some foreign contaminants, and…”

Maddie waited when her husband fell quiet. She wasn’t used to a quiet Jack, and it worried her. It was expecially worrying to se him staring at the screen in such a strange way. “What? What’s in his ectoplasm?”

“DNA.”

With a gasp, maddie vaulted over Phantom’s still form and stared at the screen. “Are you sure? Can you run the test again?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Jack said faintly. “The machine is right, Mads. This ghost has got DNA.”

Maddie pressed her fingers against the screen. “Ghosts don’t have DNA,” she replied softly.

“This one does.”

“Ghosts don’t have DNA,” she repeated softly, firmly, her eyes wide with wonder. “Ghosts don’t have heartbeats. Ghosts don’t breathe. Ghosts don’t have normal body temperatures of…” she hesitated, grabbing a temprometer and sticking it into Phantom’s ear, “78 degrees. And ghosts sure as hell don’t have DNA.”

“This one does,” Jack said, shrugging a little. “Maybe it’s a new kind of ghost.”

“Or,” Maddie said softly, turning to stare down at their captive, “it’s not a ghost.”

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By the time Phantom had woken up, Maddie and Jack Fenton had transported it back to their undergraound basement laboratory. A thick ghost shield, made of electrified plasma, surrounded the ghost boy in a small sphere. His green eyes flickered open, glancing around him in worry, before the ghost pushed himself to a sitting position and scuttled backwards as far away from the Fentons as he could get.

“Interesting,” Maddie whispered, watching from her spot in the shadows the way the boy pressed his back against the side of the shield like it was a solid object. She knewfrom experience that any ‘normal’ ghost wouldn’t have touched it – it was like an electric fence to most ghosts.

“What… why… Let me go!” Phantom demanded, his voice shaking as he glanced around the seemingly empty lab.

“Not yet,” Maddie answered, stepping out of the shadows and softly approaching her captive. Her goggles reflected the harsh fluorescent lights and she saw Phantom shudder.

“Mad scientist much?” he muttered darkly.

Jack, sitting off in another corner and monitoring sever machines, laughed at that. Both Maddie and Phantom fixed him with a dark glare.

“Let me go,” phantom said loudly, with more force now that he knew that the room wasn’t empty.

Maddie shook her head. “No. You need to answer some questions first.”

“like what?” Phantom shot back, his eyes narrowed in fear and anger.

“What are you?”

The ghost blinked, visibly flinching away from the question. “What kind of question is that?” he asked, his voice quivering. “I’m a ghost, right?”

“Wrong,” Maddie said. “You’ve got a heartbeat, you breathe, you’re too warm… you’ve got DNA… you want me to go on?”

Phantom shook his head, eyes widening.

“So tell me, boy,” Maddie smiled, “what are you?”

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At twenty-three years old, I was fresh out of college, setting two feet firmly into the ‘real world’. I’d just landed an excellent job as a regional animal shelter advertisement manager and everything was going my way. Except, of course, for the present moment. This wasn’t so much fun, but it was part and parcel to agreeing to be the Maid of Honor at my friend’s wedding.

I looked up from my boots when I heard the rustling of fabric and my friend swept into the room. We’d ended up going to college together and had gotten much closer freshman year after attending a local rights protest. We’d stuck together as friends ever since. While Star normally had a decent sense of fashion, at the moment she was swathed in a hideous collection of white silk, lace, and tiny fake roses, poofed out like a ballerina, and busting out of every seam.

Star had been a stick throughout most of high school, but her genes had caught up to her in the end. She’d gone from a willowy reed to a full-figured woman by the time she started college. When she’d gotten engaged, Star was, shall we say, ‘well endowed’ and curvaceous. Normally fitting happily into size sixteen or eighteen clothes, this particular wedding dress she’d chosen to try on looked to be about six sizes too small.

Fighting back a smirk, I pushed myself to my feet to survey the dress from up close. My first impulse was to scream and run in the other direction, but the bright lights shining in my friend’s eye cut off my words. With a small sigh, I lied through my teeth. “It looks really pretty, Star. It’s got the flowers you wanted.”

“It’s too small,” she shot back, twisting and turning to attempt to see every side of the dress in the mirror. “I’m going to have to go on a diet to fit in it properly.”

This time, I couldn’t stop the reaction. A small smile and an eye roll showed my thoughts at her statement. Star had been on (and off) diets constantly since she’d hit one hundred eighty pounds… and had never lost an ounce. “Maybe you should just make it to fit you,” I offered.

“Nonsense. Do you know how much extra they charge you to make the dresses bigger?” She sucked in her stomach, causing more to bulge out of the top of the strapless dress. “My dad’s already complaining about how much this wedding is costing. I’ll lose the weight. You’ll just have to be meaner in getting me to exercise.”

Nothing got her to exercise. I could get Tucker, the king of the couch potatoes, to exercise, but none of my tricks worked with Star. “That’s worked so well in the past,” I muttered.

She ignored me, like she usually did when I fell into sarcasm. “I bet I could be your size again by the time of the wedding,” she murmured to herself, running her hands up and down her sides, “but what would this dress look like on someone skinnier?” She brightened. “I’ve got it!”

I looked up, arching an eyebrow at the look she was giving me, a bad feeling curling around in the pit of my stomach. “What?”

“You try it on for me! Then I could see what it’ll look like after I lose the weight!”

The dress seller started a little, glancing from me to Star and back. I looked down at my own waist, then flicked a glance at Star’s. I wasn’t the skinniest person in the universe… but I was about ten sizes smaller than Star. She’d have to lose something north of sixty pounds to fit into a dress fit to my size. “You realize the wedding is in four months, right?”

“I’ll just stop eating,” she said simply, nodding her head as if that were the greatest plan in the world. “Come on, Sam. Please?”

With a skeptical look, the dress seller stepped forwards. “Maybe we should see what other dresses you’d like to try on,” she offered, obviously not enthused about me trying on dresses since I wasn’t going to be buying one.

“I don’t look good in white,” I stated.

“Yeah, but aren’t you going to wear white at your wedding?” Star poofed the tulle on the skirt a little more.

I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m not engaged. And I’m not wearing white. I never wear white, you know that.”

Star smiled vaguely. “You’ve been dating Danny for five years. Besides, I saw him at the jeweler’s yesterday when I was getting my rings fitted.”

“So?”

“So…” Star looked over at me. “Are you seriously that oblivious? God, the two of you are made for each other. Danny’s totally in love with you and he was looking at engagement rings. He’s so going to propose.”

“Maybe you should try it on,” the dress seller said, stepping into the conversation. Having sniffed out a potential future sale, she switched sides of the argument on me.

“You’re not going to lose that much weight.” It came out mean, but Star didn’t seem to notice.

“ Please, Sam? Just one dress. I just want to see what it would look like if I lost the weight. It’ll motivate me.”

I shook my head sourly, but when Star grabbed my hand and started to drag me back to the dressing room, I didn’t fight her. Really, it would be some sort of motivator for her to lose the weight. Besides, I had an ongoing bet with Tucker about Star’s weight. If she could get it down, I was set up to earn quite a bit.

“I need to go get a different size, I’ll be right back,” the dress seller said quickly, vanishing off into the bowels of the store, leaving me to untie my boots in silence. Star and I took separate booths, me to undress and Star to get into some ‘normal’ clothes for a moment.

“You going to say yes?” Star asked suddenly as I was unbuttoning my shirt.

I looked up, startled. “What?”

“When Danny asks you to marry him. Are you going to say yes?”

“Um…” Of course I was going to say yes. I would have said yes years ago… but I wasn’t going to tell Star that. Sure, Danny and I had been ‘dating’ for five years, but it was an on-again, off-again sort of relationship. There was no way Danny loved me enough to ask me to marry him. “I don’t think he’s going to ask, really.”

“Of course he is.”

I was going to retort, but the sales woman was back and I didn’t feel like arguing in front of her. “Here you go,” she said brightly, rapidly taking a dress out of a bag and helping me to zip it up. “It’s a slightly different style – not as fluffy – but the other didn’t come in your size.”

The lack of a mirror in the small dressing room was a bit disturbing. I knew the dress wasn’t just ‘slightly’ different from the one Star had tried on. This one had long sleeves and much cleaner lines, but I couldn’t tell what it looked like without a mirror.

When it was finally pinned together, the sales woman helped me out of the room. Star was waiting, her hands on her hips, but her mouth dropped open when she saw me. “Oh… my…” she whispered.

“What?” I asked, suddenly wanting to back into the dressing room and tear the thing off of me. I knew it wasn’t a good idea for me to wear white. “Do I look that bad?”

“Come see in the mirror,” Star said softly, grabbing my hand and towing me to the front of the store.

I tore my hand out of her grasp just before she pulled me in front of the giant three-way mirror. Taking a deep breath, ready for the worst, stepped onto the tiny platform, and looked into the mirror. And gasped.

The dress was, as I had thought, completely different from the one Star had tried on. Completely Gothic, the dress had dagged sleeves, a medieval-looking style, and bits of lace that looked a lot like spider webs draped around the skirt. And… I looked… nice…

I could see myself, right then, standing at an alter with Danny by my side. Something small, maybe in the back yard of my parents’ house, with just close friends and family. Purple, blue, and green flowers – all in pots rather than cut flowers, of course, so they could be reused.

It was kind of creepy. Me, Samantha Manson, self-proclaimed Goth and complete distain-er of all things mainstream, picturing myself getting married ‘I Love Lucy’ style. It was enough to send shivers down my back. But I couldn’t get the image out of my head.

“Sam?”

I whirled around, my hand jumping to my heart at Danny’s voice. “Danny!”

He was standing right behind me, a strange look in his blue eyes. For a moment, he was totally silent, taking me in from head to toe, the tiniest of smiles on his face. “You look beautiful in that, Sam. But I never thought you’d actually wear a white dress.”

Forgetting my earlier vow to never wear white, I put one hand on my hip and narrowed my eyes. “White is, I’ll let you know, traditional at weddings. I can’t go against hundreds of years of tradition, now can I?” At his small shake of his head, I raised my chin a bit and turned away from him, looking at myself in the mirror. “Besides, I’m trying this on for Star.”

I could see Danny’s eyes cut to Star in the mirror, a smile tugging at his lips. Star, dressed in normal clothes, was lounging in the chair I had so recently vacated. To someone who had just walked in, it looked like I was the one shopping for a dress and Star had been dragged along to help. I scowled at her but Star merely smiled at me and said, “It’s a pretty dress, Sam.”

“What do you want, Danny?” I asked.

Danny looked a bit startled at the tone of my voice and I inwardly winced. I hadn’t meant it to come out so harsh. “I… was… wondering if you had plans for supper.”

“What did you have in mind?” I smiled at him, trying to make my tone a bit nicer. I didn’t feel exactly comfortable in this beautiful dress with Danny staring at me.

“Um… the Paradiso had an opening for supper. What to go?” Danny shifted uneasily on his feet and I couldn’t help the small smile that bloomed on my feet. Danny was a superhero, having saved the world on a couple of occasions, and he was still nervous about asking me out on a date.

“Sure.”

Danny grinned at me, his eyes sparkling. “Great! I’ll pick you up at seven, okay?”

Before I could nod, Danny had retreated out of the dress store and was gone. Shaking my head slightly at the crazy antics of my boyfriend, I turned back to the mirror, studying myself once more. Finally I stepped off the small platform and headed back towards the dressing room.

Star trailed after me with a dumbstruck look in her eyes. “The Paradiso,” she whispered. “You can’t get reservations there. Especially not same day. You have to book that place, like, months in advance.”

“Maybe someone cancelled,” I muttered.

“So not,” Star said, suddenly starting to giggle. “Dinner at the Paradiso – the most romantic restaurant in the city, caught looking at rings at the jeweler’s, nervous about asking you out… oh he’s so going to propose tonight.”

I looked up at the ceiling, unsure of what to think about Star was saying.

“Next time I see you,” she laughed, “you’ll be engaged. I just know it!”

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