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Tai Si groaned, dropping her head onto her arms where they were folded on her desk in front of her, the computer’s bright light taunting them.
Candy walked into the room, her bright smile contradictory to Tai Si’s misery, “Hey-” she trailed off, “Are you hurt? Are you okay?”
Mumbling, Tai Si lifted their head up, almond shaped deep brown eyes making contact with Candy’s own, “They sold out.”
A confused expression flitted across Candy’s face, before realisation dawned, “No! We can’t go to MinuteFest?”
She received a miserable nod in response, and wrapped her arm around Tai Si’s shoulders.