Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Amy slammed the door shut and screamed at the wall, she pounded her fists and cried, and cried and cried, hoping no one would hear her anguish, she wouldn't go near the piano, she would break it in her anger, so she grabbed the paper and quill near her and started pouring her anger onto the paper
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