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Jolted awake from a deep sleep by a ringing in her pocket, Izzy fell to the floor in a crash.
Taking in the scene, she noticed she'd tumbled out of a chair. She remembered curling up on a bench, so how she got in a chair.... would probably result in an interesting answer.
Definitely a sign that one should not sleep amongst these Downers.
Righting the chair, she plopped down in it.
'Hey Shasta?! Everyone!' she greeted to those sitting around this new table.
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But I was clinging to her like a homicidal monkey.
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