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“Where do you want this cloth, doll?” Araminta called out from Cleo’s bathroom, double checking she had wiped away every part of the face mask before she finished rinsing off the borrowed face cloth. She patted her cheeks and forehead dry with the hand towel after double checking it was clean, then headed to the kitchen where Cleo was finishing pouring their freshly made sangria. “Straight in the wash?” Even though she had asked the question like she was going to follow through with it, she quickly abandoned the damp cloth on the kitchen counter in favour of taking her glass of sangria. “Let me see your nails.”