She went to her report on the Wednesday, at four o'clock, exactly as she would have.
She had rehearsed it for two days. Cassian had made her do it out loud, twice, in his room, and had stopped her four times — you're talking faster, you've stopped using your hands, say the bit about the mill again and be bored about it — until she wanted to throw something at him.
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