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Sarah, who was bored, saw the lab in front of her. "Want to go in?" she asked Miles, looking at him. The sylveon nodded and bursted through the doors, smiling.
Sarah face palmed herself, then ran after her sylveon. "I am so sorry!" she apologized to everyone. "My sylveon, Miles, has been acting crazy lately."
Miles, however, wasn't crazy. He was seeing floating, white things about, and he wanted to find them. This wasn't new to Sarah, however. This has happened many times before.
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