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January 25th, 2012
marlow | 07:27 am Shirt...where had the shirts gone? She looked up first. Lots of stuff had gone up. Sometimes it never came back down. Then to the floor by the bed. There it was.
She rolled toward the edge to grab it and present it with a big smile. His face wasn't so red anymore, so that had to be good. "We could trade! I could pose for you and you could help me with magic."
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