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[ Elena slides her things into her bag on the couch, looks at Caroline with a look in good nature. Glossing over the question for a sec. ] Well, we're gonna pretend anyway. [ Laying out for a tan sounds like something nice. Something Elena would do pre-vampires, pre-car crash. She sighs at the thought of that girl, swings her bag over her shoulder, makes her way over and stops at Caroline's door again. ] And yes, I am.