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Avery had spent most of the night wrapping while snow fell quietly outside. She wanted to get everyone's wrapped before she had to head for the airport. The only way to stave off her mother's annual visit to the academy was to promise a visit home. Why -> when she usually stayed at the school, and her parents didn't really care one way or the other - Avery didn't know. Avery finished stacking up the many boxes and checked her luggage once more.
The way this snow was piling up..she really should call ahead to check her flight. She certainly didn't want to wait in a crowded terminal for hours on end.
Picking up her phone she did just so.
The way this snow was piling up..she really should call ahead to check her flight. She certainly didn't want to wait in a crowded terminal for hours on end.
Picking up her phone she did just so.
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Whit was about to knock on Avery's door when it swung open on its own. She only narrowly managed to avoid slamming into his chest through, what he was sure, was some mad use of her sensory skills.