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Emmie coughs, his face flushing. "Thank you Kendra."

Amie snorts, puts a hand in front of her face. "You sure you don't want any more time? We can go down that alley and-"

"Come on," says Kendra, all business now. "Amie - take us away."

"Allons-y!" says Amie, like a prayer, her eyes screwed shut.

Then a ridiculous number of things all happen at once.