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II. Quill (26)
Frida sat at her work desk, blowing gently on the bright teal feather of her favorite quill. 'Soooooo booooooreeeed.' She let her head slam onto her desk and moaned, "Ow."
She glanced up at her small clock after parting her hair in order to see. 'Only eleven o'clock?! GAH!'
The woman reached forwards and picked up her quill and started to fill out more paperwork, then glanced at the ceiling.
'I wonder if...no...I can't do that.' She scanned the room to see if anyone was watching. 'Just once.' Frida tossed the quill up towards the ceiling and...
It stuck.
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