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Post by dietmountaindew on Aug 1, 2017 22:49:48 GMT -5
"Actually, I do." Annalise rummaged around in her bag for a minute before she pulled out a slim stack of papers. "There." She handed it to the boy. "Good enough for you?"
Annalise didn't wait for the druskelle to come up with another excuse. She took off, first slamming into one of the farmer's carts. Hay and chickens came tumbling out, adding to the chaos.
The noble girl pushed her way through the crowd and sprinted from the ice court, her skirts billowing behind her.
{Short ugly posts. Blegh. Promise that the quality will improve when I can use my computer instead of my phone.}
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