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“I fish too,” she calls back, chin tipped upwards and assurance on her face. “I catch many, no? Will you?”
The challenge is left in the air and Citalá rallies herself, springing forward past the agouti stranger. She brushes shoulders and hooks the tip of her tail around Benji’s forearm.
“Ben-ji.” The name rolls off her tongue as she tastes it for good measure. “Cisin take you here?”
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