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"...there's an invitation to the Met Gala."
"I will not be seen attending the Met Gala. I've had my head chopped off once already."

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The horizon seemed to dance in the distance. What she could see through the gigantic window wasn't much, but the shimmering sight of sand and sky were enough for her.

She had never known anything else.

"Can I go outside?" she asked, already aware of the answer.

"No," the reply was quick, blunt. "You know this by now."

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