âAdora, please.â Glimmer looked over at her friend. âI know you donât love relaxing, but can you stop pacing, please? Iâm trying to do this project thatâs already late because itâs dumb and I donât get it.â Glimmer frowned, tapping her pen on the paper, her lips pursing as she thought. âWhat um, are you pacing about? Something on your mind?â she did care if there was something on the mind of one of her best friends, but well, if a conversation got her out of having to work on her project... it was like two birds with one stone. But she did mostly want to make sure Adora was alright.
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