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“Is it… alive?”
The air was thick with unanswered questions. The whispers grew louder, more frantic. “Is it… alive?” one stylist finally blurted out. Another recoiled, a hand over her mouth as she gasped for air. All eyes were on Michelle, who, despite her shock, was the only one who seemed capable of providing some semblance of calmness. However, she, too, was at a loss.
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