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[Did she just get chills up her spine (the good kind of chills) from the way he understood the parallel universe thing? She did. And she smiles a silly, ridiculous smile and hurries off to the door of the clothing place. She eyes her reflection in the glass doors, smooths back some stray whisps of her hair before finally deciding to just take it down out of its ponytail all together.]
Not bad, Dawn.... not bad... [She straightens her shirt a bit and steps back, nearly knocking over a shirt display in the process. But luckily she catches it just in time. Clumsiness is genetic? Peter had not met the other Summers girl yet. Maybe it skipped a generation.]