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Post by ames on Jun 16, 2006 9:08:24 GMT -5
Nila sat on the top stair on the way to the owlery, writing a letter to her parents. I can't belive they want me to write once a week! God, I really hate them sometimes. After this summer... I don't want to think about that. She quickly signed her letter with a simple Nila and went into the owlery to send it off. She tied the scroll to a school owl and watched as it made it's way to her family.
She went back outside and sat on the top stair again, thinking about what she wrote. She turned her arms over and looked at the unerside of her wrists. They're finally healing, she thought, looking at small, thin, light red lines on her arms.
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