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Angel knocked on the door lightly, shifting her backpack on her back and keeping it out of her left hand because her left wrist hurt.
Marik looks up from where he is sitting on the floor. He sets his guitar in the stand then gets up and goes to the door. He opens the door to see Angel standing there and smiles widely at her. “Ah. Hey there cutie.”
“Hello Marik.” Angel shifted the backpack onto her right arm. “Still wanna learn to make cake pops by any chance?” She stood there in a pair of converse, baggy black cargo pants that hung off her small frame, held up by a light blue belt, and a light blue tank top. Her necklace hung around her neck, but the pendant on it hung just below her shirtline. “I bought the stuff if you do.”
