It was Dessy, holding a steaming cup of tea, Glad you're here she exclaims, follow me! She glides away, her feet shockingly making no sound, I try to walk like Dessy, carefully tiptoeing on the ground, Halfway there, she spins around and says, with a hint of dismay, Why in the world are you walking that way? We arrive at a patio table laden with two glasses of water and a cookie tin, Dessy smiles, looks me in the eyes, and proclaims lets begin!

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