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Akela
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Her heart seemed to stop. Taryn didn't know what to do, what was right. Her doubts and worries made the moment pass, and as quickly as it had come it was gone. For her, anyway. The young sixteen year old stumbled off the couch, smoothing out the now wrinkled dress she'd fallen asleep in. "But! I'm here to train. I'm getting paid to do jobs, not- not do other things," she said quickly, hands going up to run through her hair.
"I um- what should I wear? Jeans okay?"
"I um- what should I wear? Jeans okay?"