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That night, Amy had just taken a bath, and was sitting obediently while Mag dried her hair. She looked up with an expectant gaze, and asked, "Father, are we really going kite-flying tomorrow?"

"We sure are. We're not open for business tomorrow, and you don't have lessons, either, so I'll take you kite-flying." Mag nodded with a smile as he ran his fingers slowly through Amy's soft hair, and only shut off the blow-dryer after making sure that her locks were completely dry.

"Yay! I love kites! I'm super excited!" Amy leaned back, and rolled over on the bed before getting to her feet and jumping up and down with excitement. However, she quickly stopped, and a concerned look appeared on her face as she asked, "But… we don't have a kite. How are we going to fly a kite tomorrow?"

"Don't you worry about that. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll be able to see a kite. What kind of kite do you want?" Mag sat on the bed and stroked Amy's head with a doting smile.