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She filled her friends in after dinner as it was her unpaid job to do so. Out of prying ears, they chatted away but not without Eloïse assisting in assembling her friend's luggage which wasn't easy considering Marila's sea of outfits. It overflowed to the extent of Eloïse offering an extra suitcase for the remainder. They had barely four hours to their flight and the trio wanted to make it as memorable as they could.
"When's our Cali cruise?" Marila asked.
"You are the working class here, you tell us." Eloïse retorted.
"Well, I suggest the first two weeks of summer."
"Finn and I planned on hiking the Havasupai fall during the first week, so..."
"The next two weeks then. Good?"
Bennie zipped her suitcase. "Good."
"Good for me too. Not like I have anything doing of my life anyway. Oh my, I envy you, Bennie. I heard the Havasupai falls are gorgeous."
"Heard so too. Finn is the reason I'm visiting it. Said he's been there o
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