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Violet looked up, recognizing the voice. “Sorry,” she said softly, knowing that his rough day was because of her. 

Cisco turned his head toward the girl, vaguely recognizing the voice. “Oh hey, Violet!” He said awkwardly, taking a sip from his beer and silently drumming his fingers on the frosty glass.

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