[She would fit right in at the tracks in Sugar Rush, wouldn't she? Calhoun stares blankly for a moment, inwardly wishes she didn't have such a talent for tripping over things in cotton candy pink, and then shakes her head.]
Don't worry about it. Just... watch out next time, alright? [You might trip someone who can't step right over you like the metaphorical cat weaving around the ankle.]
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Don't worry about it. Just... watch out next time, alright? [You might trip someone who can't step right over you like the metaphorical cat weaving around the ankle.]