Carissa nodded and glanced over the other girls' practice sheets. Asking them to work on their handwriting was likely a way to see where their skills stood and ensure they could write neatly.Most of the writing samples were decent, but a few stood out. The delicate cursive characters were meticulously written, each stroke crafted with care, showing no sign of sloppiness or laziness.Setting the papers down, Carissa asked, "So, is this the only thing bothering you? What about all those things they're saying about you and General Farrell? You're not letting that get to you, are you?""Their mouths are their own, so they can say whatever they want. It doesn't stop me from eating, sleeping, or living my life. It doesn't hurt me, nor does it draw a single drop of my blood. So, why should I let it bother me?" Rosalind replied.She even laughed a little as she added, "Although I have to admit, their creativity is refreshing. Using an old story to insult me is at least more original than
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