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╮gold medal match╰

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╮gold medal match╰





"So," Sloane said as she pushed her pastel blue sunglasses up her the bridge of her nose as she slid into the open chair between Fulton and Charlie at the cafeteria table, "you guys," she continued while making a sweeping motion at the new recruits sitting around the table, "better keep in touch. Or I will find you," she finished and leaned forward to whisper her last sentence.





"Yeah? And how do you expect to find us?" Luis asked and crossed his arms as he leaned back in the plastic cafeteria chair.





"I know your names and the city you live in. Can't be hard after that," Sloane said while shrugging. She pushed her sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose and leaned toward Fulton to wrap an arm around his shoulders.





"Oh, you know, she knows that we live in some of the biggest cities in our state, but she'll find us nonetheless," Dean said and jokingly scoffed.





"I know your names and your cities and I have impeccable finding abilities," Sloane quietly stated, leaning forward slightly.





"She does. She can find anything and anybody she wants," Guy said with a small nod.





"Exactly. Anything and anybody," she confirmed as she nodded in agreement.





"Sloane, I have a burning question for you. A question I think everyone would like to know the answer to," Goldberg asked and folded his hands on top of the round cafeteria table.





"Yeah? What would the people like to know?" Sloane said as she crossed one leg over the other and shifted to face him.





"Your glasses are really very cute, Sloane. I enjoy them, truly. But why are you wearing them inside?" he asked and snickered softly.





"Goldberg, you know I have sensitive blue eyes and bright lights can be very irritating," she answered, bowing her head to jokingly glare at him over the top of her glasses.





"Your eyes aren't blue, they're green," Charlie confidently stated as he turned to look at her with a suspicious look. Confusion blossomed across his face when she slowly shook her head at him.





"No," Sloane said, drawing out the word as she narrowed her eyes slightly. "I'm fairly confident that my eyes are blue."





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