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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 1:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 7:07 pm
Phoster threw herself on her 5-year bed. Ahh. The smell of fairy dust. Powerful stuff. She sprinkles them on her bed every morning she wakes up, so that when she goes to bed that evening, she gets rejuvenated while she sleeps.
No one was with her in the Wind Dorm yet. And it makes her insanely happy. She can do whatever she wants. Though no one is there to wake her up when she's oversleeping. And she gets late.
Light was formed into a small ball on her palm. She opened her very first human book, and found the page she left. She turned off her bedside lamp, and read on.
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