“There they are again—don’t look!”

Yolie froze, mid-fold, and snapped her head forward again to look at Luxe.  “Who?”

Luxe glanced up over Yolie’s shoulder.  “You know who…Burgundy.”  He glanced back down at the socks that he was rolling.  “So, are we going to do it?”

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