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He handed me the plate, and we walked to Xander’s table.
“Jillie, let me have one of your finger sandwiches,” he stated when I sat down.
“No. Get your own.”
He rolled his eyes. “Pregnant women. They’re so stingy.”
“Be quiet,” Jarren told him. Eyes on an approaching person. I noticed it was one of the judges I’d seen a few months ago.
“Prince Jarren, Prince Xander, Princess Jilliannah.” He greeted.
“Hello, Judge Crete,” Jarren responded. “Please, join us.”
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