
It looked to be a nasty burn, second-degree. Jasmine’s sniffling about her accident didn’t abate. Dios Mio! She had a show this evening! How was she going to perform? Quickly, I turned to lock her door, keeping prying eyes out of our hair. This incident was like an echo from another time, weirdly similar to what happened to her mother. Jasmine better hope that it fades away. For now, we had to figure out how to power through tonight. The crowd’s voices were getting louder; backstage, I could hear some of her friends whispering excitedly. The show must go on!

You can’t leave it there! What happened?
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lol You can’t tell me what to do! ;)
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Your imagination never fails to dazzle.
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lol Same! ;) Thanks, Nan!
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To power through, the audience are showing their love.
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Indeed! :) Thanks, Diana!
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🥰
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I hope she made it.
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We’ll never know! ;) Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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Wonderful ♥️
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Thanks so much, Caleb! :)
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