'Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday afternoon

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After class that morning, Raven had been forced to return to the dorms for a much-needed shower and to throw her clothes in the washer. Her hair was still damp when she finally made it to the store, and she swore she still smelled like chocolate.

At least she was fairly certain there were no more Swedish Fish hiding in her hair.

Expecting the store to be quiet, she settled behind the counter with her laptop to browse the web.