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*writing is more uneven than usual, blotched where the quill was held at the wrong angle*
Can someone take notes for me I'm sick
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hate full moon could fly and fly if they let me have a broom and
be on the other side of the earth when it's night so
hate when it was *jagged line* cold
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*journal dangles from bruised, listless fingers as he stares blindly toward the ceiling, lip curled faintly over his teeth, shuddering faintly every now and then as Skelegro and nerve potions work their wonders on his fragile form*
Can someone take notes for me I'm sick
[[Private]]
hate full moon could fly and fly if they let me have a broom and
be on the other side of the earth when it's night so
hate when it was *jagged line* cold
[[/private]]
*journal dangles from bruised, listless fingers as he stares blindly toward the ceiling, lip curled faintly over his teeth, shuddering faintly every now and then as Skelegro and nerve potions work their wonders on his fragile form*
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"I'll... tell you. Or someone." Under his breath, he muttered, "It would be all right if they let me hit back."
With a slightly defiant expression, he told another half-truth: "I test myself sometimes. That way... if there is something I do not do, it... it is not because of my eyes...."
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"Oh, I see. You could have picked a less dangerous place to go wandering though. The Forbidden Forest if just too dangerous."
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