10-17-2014, 04:59 AM
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| Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
Posts: 7,958
Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Seventh Year | Ern's Walmart Greeter So....
She was a little late and a tiny bit sick. BUT SHE WAS HERE, SOPHIE BROWN. 'Cause she said she would be. And she didn't back down on her words after she gave them. No way.
The brunette inched into the room, still a little nauseous but she was fine, okay? Fine. Yep. And no one needed the gross details. Probably a little paler than normal, she spotted Soph and did her best to bound over toward her as normal as possible. She wasn't sick. No. And she was going to get her homework done if she kept saying that and convinced her brain that it was true. "Heya, Soph."
Was that Cutty Mordaunt?
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________  _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |
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