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Mickey walked into the kitchen of the JSA Brownstone, in shorts and a bikni, the floating iPod deck that Mikey built her for her birthday behind her.
She was worried about Nic, but she didn't want to seem to hovery. She'd let her sleep in...and then haul her ass out of her room and drag her off to go clubbing later if she didn't surface by two.
But for now, it was a beautiful sunny day out, and Mickey planned to take full advantage of it.
But first, she needed cookies.
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