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“New suit,” Camilo, ever the keen one, says to his eldest cousin, who’s turning this way and that in front of his mirrors in an attempt to glimpse from as many angles as possible her rainbow-spattered, blue spandex-clad form.
“—you made sure to check where it came from, right?”
The air rings with varying pitches of riotous laughter as the shapeshifter hightails it out of there, just ahead of Isabela, her strangling vines, and her cries of “What did you DO?!?"
