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Kiera and I made our way back into the Great Hall to see everyone in various groups, huddled around each other, playing card games. Some of the groups seemed to get more rambunctious than the others. I looked over at Kiera with her hand meshed with mine and saw her immersed in a round of laughter. I looked in the direction that she was and spotted the root of her hysterics. We watch Austin, who sits in a chair, placed in the middle of the room, being decorated with a face full of makeup. The children putting makeup on him are surrounded by the same group of teenage girls that we left him with. They were also bent over with laughter, occasionally we saw an adult or two migrate over to them, giving the kids some tips on what to subject Austin to next.
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