Luthien slowly snuck in the back entrance. She hoped fervently that no one would see her. She was late. Shamefully late incredibly late. Later than she had ever been to anything. "At least I'm not wearing anything very attention-drawing," she thought to herself, looking down at her light blue flowy gown with gold trim and gold flowers in her hair. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that everyone was too absorbed with a dragon coming through the ceiling to notice her. Now if only she could slip in quietly and find the group which called themselves the Girls' Night Out...
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I am a nineteen-year-old nomad photographer who owns a lemonade stand.
You know what? I love Mip.
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