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'Act calm. Act cool. Don't freak him out. Don't freak him out. Everything's fine,' Maeve reassured herself as the boy sat himself down. She tried to close her eyes and continue thinking up the story about Mr. Panda, but she was too distracted by the smell of his perfume and his breathing. Why did he have to breathe so loudly? Hell, why was she listening to him breathe at all?