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Hmph. I can't believe I came back to this. I could have been in a brick-wall no-name cafe reciting poetry to a drumbeat against the machine.
Shasta looked around the room disgruntledly, pointedly ignoring Wilwa -
Okay, I was mean all throughout highschool, I can sit here and look at some dumb pictures. She's obviously proud of them.
Sighing, he made an effort to pay attention to Wilwa while simultaneously searching the room for Sally - she was probably likely to be the most fun of anyone here.
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Shasta– ... However, if he's innocent his famous clairvoyant powers must be taking the week off. Meanwhile, the Night-kills have been awfully effective– almost like we're dealing with a psychic wolf... - Nerwen, WW LXXV
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