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My eyes squeeze shut while I brace myself for Amberpaw's barricade of passive aggressive questions.

"Hello, Bluebellpaw, doesn't my fur look just so lovely today? It's almost as beautiful as Lilacpaw's!" The golden she-cat let out a slight giggle about being compared to Lilacpaw.

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