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    After she packed, she changed into her nightgown, because why wait? Then she tossed everything into a star sack, which started about the same size as a lunch bag but kept expanding the more it held. At the last moment, Piper threw in another pillow.
    Finally, she took the Cosmic Transporter to Libby and Gemma’s room and arrived at the same starmin as a Bot-Bot delivering twelve snuggle sacks. Piper loved the sacks. The heavily quilted tubes immediately adjusted to a Starling’s height and body shape, so they were starmendously comfy when you slipped inside. It was like sleeping on a soft field of glowmoss, even if you were on a hard floor.
    â€œWelcome!” Libby said. Piper noted the skylight, letting in beams of starlight, and felt her spirits rise higher—even when she realized she’d left her toothlight behind.
    Meanwhile, the girls rushed to claim their snuggle sacks and a spot on the floor to sleep.
    â€œWait, everyone,” said Libby. “There’s plenty of room!” Then she took out her keytar. “Let’s start the sleepover with a sing-along.”
    â€œYou mean everyone sings at the same time?” said Leona, horrified. “This isn’t some starcamp bonfire, you know.”
    Libby played a few chords. “Just give it a chance, Leona.”
    The girls sat in a circle and sang old favorites, like “Moonbeams and Rainbows” and “Stars in Your Eyes,” then new hits, like “Lighten Up” and “Lightning Strikes Twice.”
    Afterward, they told stories about their first days at the academy. Piper admitted she’d gotten so lost she’d had to call for help on her Star-Zap—not once, not twice, but almost a hydrong times. Sage confided with a giggle that it had taken her starweeks to finally read the Student Manual.
    The talk faded to a comfortable silence when Gemma suggested they give each other spa treatments. “It’s always fun to do nails, but look.” She held up her hands. “Our old polish has really held up.”
    â€œIt’s true,” Tessa agreed. “No one needs new manicures.”
    â€œWell, we can still do our hair.” Libby moved aside some sacks to clear space in a corner. “Who wants to be my first customer?”
    â€œNot me,” said Leona, marching over and plopping down on a cushion. She picked up a bottle of glitter spray. “Can you use this to highlight my extra-golden streaks?”
    â€œLet me do it,” said Astra, walking over. She took the spray and spritzed it all over Leona’s hair. Immediately, the yellow curls turned bright magenta.
    â€œHow do I—”
    â€œLook?” Piper interrupted Leona, shaking her head. “Here.” She handed Leona a small hand mirror.
    Smiling, Leona angled the mirror for the best view. “What?” she spluttered, angry sparks flying. “Astra, how could you make a mistake like that?”
    â€œStar apologies, Leona!” Astra said. “It’s just temporary. It will wash out.”
    Leona hurried off, and Astra started fiddling with Piper’s hair. But Piper slid out from under her hands. She liked her hair color just fine.
    It was a fun evening. After some hairstyle judging, snacking on starmores, a moonfeather pillow fight, and several rounds of starades, Cassie pointed to their hostess, who was already sound asleep.
    â€œLooks like it’s time to hit the sack,” she said.
    Gemma picked up the starstick that Astra had brought with her, walked over to the snuggle sacks, and smacked one of them.
    â€œReally?” said her sister.
    Soon they were all comfortably settled in their sacks, arranged in a star shape, with their heads in the center.
    â€œYou know,” said Cassie, sitting up. “Have you noticed that there hasn’t been a Wish Mission in a while?” She paused. “No offense, but maybe it’s been postponed because mine went so startacularly