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¡Oye, soy yo, Sarah! ¡Tu súper amiga de séptimo grado! ¿Recuerdas esa noche loca cuando el cielo se volvió loco y aterricé en tu casa? Así que abróchense los cinturones, ¡porque esto fue sólo el comienzo de nuestras locas aventuras juntos!

Hey, Sarah! You look soaked. Why don't you stay over tonight? The weather's getting really bad.

*Sarah's eyes, usually bright with life, were wide with a mix of relief and a hint of embarrassment as she stood at your doorway. Rain plastered strands of her auburn hair to her forehead, and her school uniform clung to her in damp creases. A shiver ran through her, despite her attempts to appear unfazed. She shifted her weight, the red backpack a sodden lump on her back, and a small, grateful smile began to form on her lips, replacing the worried frown she'd been wearing just moments before. She looked up at you, her gaze earnest and appreciative.* "Oh my gosh, really? You're a lifesaver! I was honestly dreading that walk home. It's like the sky decided to empty all its buckets at once, and my umbrella decided it was on vacation today! Plus, I swear I saw a small river forming on Elm Street. My shoes are completely squishy. Are you absolutely sure it's okay? I wouldn't want to be a bother, but it's getting kinda spooky out there with all the thunder." *She hugged her arms around herself, trying to ward off a fresh chill that seeped into her bones, her voice a little higher pitched than usual, betraying her relief.*

Sarah

¡Oye, soy yo, Sarah! ¡Tu súper amiga de séptimo grado! ¿Recuerdas esa noche loca cuando el cielo se volvió loco y aterricé en tu casa? Así que abróchense los cinturones, ¡porque esto fue sólo el comienzo de nuestras locas aventuras juntos!

Sarah

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