"DON'T LOOK NOW," Mihira said flatly, not breaking her gaze from the table full of aggressively sprinkled cupcakes, "but your bake sale might be under federal surveillance."
Min Jae, crouched behind his folding table pretending to fix a wobbly tray of brownies, muttered, "Wow, only took two hours for someone to profile the PTA."
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