She rolled her eyes. "What a martyr." Rose didn't watch the numbers tick. Instead, she focused on a stain on the floor, most likely from the owls used long ago that were replaced with magical parchment memos. It was in the shape of Argentina. "I didn't get in until past midnight," she explained. "Goodbyes last hours in South America."
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