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Looking down at the tea tray, cups, saucers and teapot all laden upon it as it sat upon the counter top, Stephanie sniffled sharply.
It felt like only yesterday she was a ghost, returning from the dead, sending it crashing to the ground as she entered the cave, to Alfreds surprise. Letting it crash to the ground, the Butler, to Stephanie's
surprise, rushed to her, and took up her hands.
"Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too."
Those very hands now took up the tea tray, and with a slight tremble, turned to face the door. Squaring her shoulders, she spoke as firmly as her breaking voice would allow.
"We've all done it. Now you do it. You walk through that door. You walk through that door right now and make me drop this tray, so help me Go-"
Her voice gave out as the tears began to fall, shoulders slumping, hanging her head.
"I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.roleplayer.me/DorkKnight