Marigold, now that her temper was cooling down, felt very embarrassed. She looked up at the boy who was actually taller. It was odd to see someone taller than her who wasn't a Macnair.
"Marigold. Macnair." She told him, her cheeks a shade of red. "Sorry. I don't normally do that."
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