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Sleep Spent « Thread Started on Jul 22, 2009, 10:22pm »
It was warm. The blood flowed easily from his nostrils. Another explosion, this time with a crack above his head. Rubble fell as a large gargoyle's body cracked in two above him. He rolled left, out of it's way, as it smashed into the dirty grounds. He looked up to see the darkening sky getting worse. A bolt of lighting illuminated the otherwise completely dark grounds of the school yard, where the man stood, staring. Loal stood up and went for his wand. The man instantly swooshed his wand in an upwards fashion, without muttering a word and Loal was disarmed, flying across the schoolyard and crashing into a nearby fountain. He felt his ribs crack and let out an exasperated scream. The man got nearer to Loal, seemingly floating across the grass with eery ease. Loal could not make out his face, only the piercing eyes that stood in stark contrast against the dark robes surrounding his shallowed face. Get up. The man spat. Loal stood up to the best of his abilities. The grounds were spinning and his vision was going in and out of focus. His side was on fire and he could not think straight as the pain was, without a doubt, the most horrible feeling he had ever endured. Loal gritted his teeth and swung his fist at the man, only to have it caught and twisted. His bones broke in his arm instantly, cracking and splintering, right through his flesh and bursting into a mess of blood, bone, and grit. He feel to his knees, utterly defeated, in such a twisted state of broken bone, disfigurement and pain. He stared into the eyes of his enemy, unable to breath, unable to mutter a word, just hoping for a quick death, that could not come soon enough. The world around him erupted in flames and he felt himself melting, screaming--
And then he woke up, his sleep spent. The fire snapped and crackled as several beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped off his nose, beading on the yellow and black fabric of his robes. Loal let out a huge sigh of relief and wiped his forehead, looking around to see that no one else was in the library around him...He sat there for a moment, taking in the eery dream--rather, nightmare, that he just endured. His left hand was still gripping his side where his ribs were thankfully not broken.
What in the world was that about? Loal had been having a series of nightmares that quite frankly did not piece together well. Each of them having a terrible outcome and each time causing him to wake up in a heated sweat. This made the thought of drifting back to sleep quite unpleasant. Loal knew he'd be better off doing his homework at the moment, the real thing he "was" going to do there in the library, but he couldn't help but feel restless and a lack of ambition for his schoolwork. These nightmares had been bothering him for weeks and he had gotten little sleep. The result was his sleep schedule was quite off and he was used to random naps throughout the day, avoiding deep sleep as much as possible and ending up passing out in random places. Like the library. He knew it was beginning to show, too, because of the dark circles and bags forming beneath his eyes.
His fingers traced the intricate wood patterns in the woodwork of the comfortable, leather chair. His eyes darted around the room analyzing the bookshelves. Perhaps he could find something to do or read to keep him occupied. He was in the library, because his dorm mates were all quite loud sleepers and he couldn't bear being in the room any longer. He rose out of his chair and walked over to the old, heavy bookshelves. He had never been one to read a book for "fun." His fingers lazily grazed the old bindings of Magical histories, stories, and the likes until it stopped on one especially dusty book. It was big. At least ten pounds, if not more, in weight. It was a bold blue color with deep golden embossed symbols on the cover, but no visible lettering as to which identify it properly. He opened the book and it was blank. The pages we're old, almost browned, with gold leafing on the edges of each page, but otherwise it was as blank as blank could be. There was nothing written on the inside of the cover, no names, no brands, nothing that could trace it to any source. Odd. He thought.
Loal pondered for a moment. Surely there would be an explanation for it being on the shelf. But why was it so? Perhaps there was an incantation that would reveal the letters, some sort of secret wrapped within the pages. It certainly peaked Loal's interest, but he had no ideas as to how to crack it. He sighed and tossed it on a love seat nearby, plopping himself next to it. He stared at it's pages with a glazed look, as if that would crack it's code. Shaking his head he finally decided it was a waste of time and laid it down on the end of the seat and sat back, using the book almost as a pillow, slowly drifting back to sleep. Surely, the library was not the best place to fall asleep...but with no one else around, Loal didn't feel at risk. He noted the beautiful patterns of the Library's ceiling and the wistful mannerisms of the floating candles above. It was peaceful enough to put anyone to sleep...
Late night study sessions were a very common thing to anyone in Ravenclaw, or anyone in fifth, sixth, or seventh years, and as Zaley fell into both those groups, she was here, at the library, at an ungodly hour of the morning. Sure, she'd be dead tired tomorrow, but hey...well, actually, there was no excuse for that, was there? She really needed to knock off her procrastination, it was a very...un-Ravenclaw-ish tendency that could get her into trouble. This research she was having to do for Defense Against the Dark Arts was going to kill her, she just knew it. She'd spent three hours so far scouring every possible book to find out what she needed for this essay, but no, of course Braley had to give them an obscure topic to write on. Zaley was a good writer, there was no problem there, it was just the research that she did not enjoy in the least.
Three hours of staring at tiny lines of print does not do a sleepy brain well, and she could feel her concentration slipping. After realizing that she'd read the same line several times and not comprehended it once, she knew she needed to take a break. Maybe just a little nap..? No, no, she needed to focus...But her eyelids were like lead, and it was so nice and warm in here by the fire, and this chair was so comfy...No! Okay, time to get up, take a walk-about the library, maybe a trip down to the kitchens to sweet-talk a cookie and some tea from the cute little house elves. Pushing her chair back from the table and stretching, Zaley cast a sleepy eyed look around the section of the library she was in. The gentle, flickering light from the candles was pleasant, hypnotic, and frankly, made her a bit sleepy. She definetely needed to clear her head some. Massaging her temples lightly, she took a walk down the nearest aisle, one arm extended to trail a light finger over the dusty spines of the volumes around her. She loved books, and found great comfort from just being around them. All those books, chapters, pages, paragraphs, sentences, words, letters, lines...The thought that so much knowledge was out there for her to discover, well, it made her feel less lonely. At least, she'd think, if nothing else, she had her books. When the world seemed completely unnavigatable, and devoid of sense, she could come here, read something, and learn something. The thought that answers to questions were so readily available, should she come to seek them, was nice. Because sometimes, didn't you just feel like you had too many questions and not enough answers? So wasn't the thought of a room full of answers, to some questions (maybe not the most pressing ones, no, but some questions) reassuring? Zaley sure as hell thought so. Knowledge was power, blah blah blah.
She wanted to rub her eyes to wake herself up, but as usual she was wearing makeup, so unless she wanted to smudge bright colors (in this case, deep blue eyeliner and purple eyeshadow) all over her face and hands, she figured she should refrain. Making her way through the maze of bookshelves, she felt her brain slowly wake up (thankfully!) from the movement. As she turned a corner, she came across someone asleep on a loveseat. His pillow was a particularly uncomfortable looking volume, but his face looked rather serene. Man, she thought, must be nice to just sleep in here. I've always been scrambling to finish something when I come here. She smiled, wondering whether or not to wake him up. She knew the polite thing to do would be to leave him, and it was more than a little creepy for her to just stand here watching him sleep. She knew him from some of her classes (he was a sixth year, like she herself, which meant that they'd known each other in at least one class every year), his name was Loal. Perhaps he'd like to come down to the kitchen for some tea with her? She knew it was probably pretty late (she had no real concept of time in here, though), but the house elves were always bustling about, and she'd made it a point to be sweet with them (not that she was ever not sweet with anyone, but it was a general rule that befriending the food preparers was a good idea). Oh dear, quite a conundrum. But when it came down to it, Zaley wasn't one to mess with people (it wasn't nice!) so she sighed silently, taking a book off the shelf to her right and sitting in a comfy looking chair by the loveseat (the one Loal had just vacated, though she had no way of knowing that). She hadn't hit up this section for research texts yet, so might as well be here, wait and see if he woke up. If not, once she finished scanning a few books here, she'd take off for some solitary tea.
tag; Loal ! credit; text by allstar23 of Caution 2.0 ! outfit; school robes ! chat; bah, my muse is fried, sorry it sucks !
"Get up" the man repeated. Loal stood once more. He didn't know how or why, but he found strength in his body to raise himself once more. Loal pleaded in his mind to make the misery end. Was he not tortured enough by this individual? Why was he being chased down and attacked like this. His wand was not far away...if only he had mastered wordless charms he could summon it, and at-least die fighting. The man did not lay a hand on him this time, rather, Loal found that his body was thrusted towards the man, only an inch from his face. He began saying something to Loal, however, this was muffled by something else. Pages turning?
In a stir of disarray, he jumped up and rolled off the loveseat, the book tumbling with him, landing in such a way that it split open and landed on his face covering it properly. Loal moaned in pain, letting out a sigh. He slid the book up, his vision re-focusing on the girl sitting in the chair he was at just a few moments ago.
Loal was looking at the girl upside down and couldn't place a name to the girl. She looked around his age and had longer brown hair and brown eyes. That really narrows it down. Loal thought. That didn't matter though, he was more upset with his inability to find a place to rest without being woken up. It was starting to get quite draining and Loal was beginning to wonder if the nightmares were there to keep him awake so, like in the dream, he'd die. Maybe not by some scary dark wizard in his dreams, but rather, lack of sleep.
Either way, if he knew her or not, this was quite a failing impression he was sure he was bestowing on her. He couldn't help but let out a laugh as he let the book drape his face again. He would hide his "displeasure" of being woken up as he let out a muffled "Hello there" to the girl, from beneath his book, and continued to lay there. Loal was less focused on his short lived nightmares now, and more so on his real life nightmare: awkward, embarassing moments such as these. Falling off a love-seat was always a great way to stir conversation.
Zaley felt her mind slip into an all-too-familiar feeling of sleepy boredom. Dammit, she'd never find anything if she couldn't at least focus on the pages! Mercifully, her tired brain was jolted into a surprising yelp of hyperactivity as the male asleep on the loveseat next to her was woken up quite abruptly, rolling off the loveseat in an impromptu moment of shock, landing with the heavy volume splayed over his face. Zaley was more surpised than anything at his sudden movement, but after a moment she couldn't help but giggle. It wasn't a mean or spiteful sound, it was just that this moment was too perfect and sitcom-worthy...She was sure that under the book, his face was beet red with embarrassment, though, so she kept her giggling soft as possible, polite so as not to add to his mortification.
Setting the book (there was nothing in there that she could use; Or, rather, she couldn't find any in her current muddled state) on the table between the two pieces of furniture, Zaley stood up, squatting next to Loal. Picking the book up off his face gently and closing it to rest atop her knees, she smiled at his upside down face, peering with more concern than curiosity or anything. "Hullo there! Are you all right?" She asked, still sounding concerned as she offered a pale hand to help him up.
"I wasn't trying to scare you or anything," She continued. "I was just dozing off in the middle of an intense research session, and when I woke up I noticed you were asleep in here too, and wondered if you wanted to come down to the kitchen for some midnight tea with me and some really delightful house elf friends I have there..?" She smiled warmly, taking the heavy book and setting it on top of the book she herself had just been studying [unsuccessfully]. "I figured it would wake me up so I could hit the books again, and I like company, so I figured I'd ask." She smiled, chuckling and standing up, stretching and winking mischeviously at him. "I'm pretty sure its past hours, so we have the added bonus of having to be sneaky ninjas." Her hazel eyes glinted with mischief in the candlelight.
tag; Loal ! credit; text by allstar23 of Caution 2.0 ! outfit; school robes ! chat; random thought, Zaley's eyes are hazel, not brown, lol easy mistake to make !
Loal laughed as the girl removed the book from his face. "I know you weren't trying to scare me. I was just...wandering off into sleep...I 'spose it's my fault for choosing such a public place to nap." He gave her a weak smile and picked himself up, brushing off. He noticed the girl had taken his book.
"It's no bother. I shouldn't be here anyways." He exclaimed. It was true. Loal had spent many nights sitting around pondering things, practicing charms, and overall being up to no good. He was falling behind in his school work and it was thanks to his awkward sleep schedule. He really should have been in bed the whole time. But he was also compelled to seek out things to do in the late of night, because to Loal, sleep was just wasted time. Or so he told himself, since he couldn't find it in him to properly fall asleep in the first place.
The girl seemed...peppy, if that was the world. A bit bubbly, a bit full of energy. Two things Loal certainly lacked. He straightened out his robes while the girl talked, offering him a chance to go on an adventure to the kitchens with the girl. She was nice enough, and Loal really didn't want to come across as mean so he simply nodded and gave her a "sure." Very opposite of his normal, friendly manner. He followed this up with a forced smile and gestured at the book, as if to say "Thank you I can hold on to it now."
Loal was in a bit of a grump mood. It had been one of those weeks and it just was not working out in his favor. And besides all that, he had come across a lovely, mysterious book, that he had absolutely zero ideas for solving.
Guess it was another excuse to stay up late and escape the nightmares...
[ooc: I know she has Hazel eyes, I just said brown because Loal wasn't really paying attention to such details as he was in quite a stir. ;) Don't worry, I read your character bio. =P ]
Zaley smiled at him as he sat up and straightened himself out, offering a hand for the book she'd moved. Taking it in two hands, she offered it to him, thinking that it was ridiculously heavy at the same time. Once the book had passed hands, Zaley straightened up, stretching luxuriously and fixing him in a not unkind look of scrutiny. "Man, if you don't mind me saying, have you been getting enough sleep? You look rough. I could make you a sleeping draught...No, wait, maybe you'd better just go to the Hospital Wing and get some, I suck at Potions." She laughed goodnaturedly, shrugging and placing one hand lightly on her hip. She knew she could come off as...well, a bit too energetic and friendly sometimes, but it was one thing to know that and a whole 'nother to realize when it was happening, and had she had time to reflect, maybe she would have realized this was one of those moments. But Zaley couldn't stand not giving at least one good, honest attempt at friendship with everyone she ran into. The meeker ones got scared away, but that was probably for the best because frankly, anyone who couldn't keep up with or at least tolerate Zaley's hyperactive, happy attitude shouldn't be friends with her. Not everyone understood or liked her optimism, her hyperactive nature, but it was how Zaley dealt with things. Certainly things in her past could have gone a lot worse if she hadn't kept a smile on her face. For example, the deal with her mother. If she'd allowed it to hurt her (well, of course it hurt, but if she'd let it hurt excessively), she would most certainly not be the same person she was to say. She'd be an angrier, less friendly, less unique person. But letting her circumstances get to her was not something Zaley was about to do--it felt like defeat. So she kept a smile on her face. Yeah, she was human, so there were days when she felt sad, downtrodden, depressed, et cetera et cetera et cetera. It's not good for someone to not feel things like that sometimes. It was just one of her mottos for life: Crying (or whining) about it wouldn't change it, so why not smile and accept it?
"You can hardly control where you fall asleep when you're as sleep deprived as you look." She chuckled, touching her nose piercing lightly with the tip of one finger, something she had the unconscious habit of doing when there was a lapse in conversation and she was making a conscious effort not to flood it with chatter. Zaley talked too much as it was, if she let herself fill the holes in conversations like she'd like to half the time, well, she'd never shut up! "Okay, we can head on down to the kitchens after I get my stuff." She smiled broadly, before she added in a considering afterthought, "You know, you don't have to go if you don't want to, I understand. My feelings won't be hurt. Honest." She beamed, obviously giving him a moment to think it over, before holding up a finger in a "hold that thought" action, bounding around the corner, shoving all her stuff unceremoniously in her bag, and reappearing in just under a minute. When Zaley was running on excitement and, well, whatever it was that fueled her like the Energizer Bunny, people were shocked at how quickly she could move.
tag; Loal ! credit; text by allstar23 of Caution 2.0 ! outfit; school robes ! chat; oh, ok !
Loal's mind began to gain its focus again as he straightened his robes once more and gripped the heavy book tighter. His face re-focused to it's usual, clouded look, and let out a small cough, blinking his eyes in rapid succession for a few moments before considering the girls words. He should really try and appear as coherent as possible.
She asked him if he had been getting enough sleep. On the inside, Loal wanted to scream. He wanted to climb up on the table, do a funny dance, and throw the book into the air screaming, "No! NO I HAVE NOT been getting ENOUGH sleep. DOES ANYONE in this STUPID castle understand what it is like to be THIS deprived of sleep? WHO ARE YOU TO COME SITTING DOWN NEXT TO ME IN THE LIBRARY AND WAKING ME UP?! I am exhausted. I am stressed. I am, utterly, without doubt, so tired of all this crap. All this running around. All this for what?! I don't even know?! What?! WHAT?! Here I am in the library, trying to bide my time, and I can't even find a book with pages WRITTEN ON. GAH!" But, this short monologue, which pranced in his mind for 2 or 3 short seconds actually came out as:
"Me? Ah no, I just have had a long night. But thanks for asking." Followed by a forced smile, which he hoped hadn't seemed all that forced. It wasn't this girls fault he was having issues. He was surely not going to take them out on her. Loal, who was always nice to strangers, felt at unease in this particular situation, mainly because his nerves were at their end and he felt that he was being nothing but a big grouch. He did his best to shape up his attitude.
She gave him the opportunity to bail out if he wanted. Which he did. But, who was Loal to turn down an invitation by a gal to the kitchen? Not to mention, he wanted to make amends for his pish-posh attitude that seemed to be seeping out of every crevice of his being at the moment. "Well, I'm glad it wouldn't hurt your feelings, but, I think a snack will do me good. Late night foods always put me in a food coma anyways. Get some food, and I'll be asleep in my bed in no time, eh? Again I appreciate the invite. It's rather a sad place to be by yourself up here ya know?"
Loal smiled. "Got everything?" He was sure she could have missed something, as she was buzzing around the place at a pace that could make his head spin. Not like it wasn't already.
Loal was very...standoffish, Zaley thought in an offhand moment. Though, she knew it partially could have been her own fault. She hadn't woken him up on purpose, but maybe she was regretting coming over here now. Oh well, couldn't change it now. She just had to rely on her charm now, hope he wasn't secretly steaming mad. (Though, to be fair, this was a public place, she could have just as easily have not been apologetic at all for waking him; she was just too nice to do that, though.) Sometimes she was just too nice, too hyper, too sweet, too much of everything. It tended to be her downfall--when you always saw the best in people...well, you didn't see the worst, and therein often lay Zaley's problem. But that was something for another time, something to contemplate another time, perhaps as an excuse to NOT wake up some poor guy asleep on a loveseat in the library. In retrospect, Zaley was just feeling worse and worse about disturbing him (though she knew she'd disturbed him in the nicest way possible, with the best of intentions, it didn't help), and she had the desire to apologize profusely, but she knew that really didn't help anything. It would only be annoying to Loal, who was obviously sleep deprived, so maybe more of her special brand of chatter, apologetic or not, was not necessary or wanted.
Just to be sure, Zaley slid her bag off her back to sort through the chaos inside, nodding, sure she'd got everything. Besides, if she misplaced a quill or something, oh well, it could easily be replaced. Reshouldering the bag, the sixteen year old cast him a sideways glance, trying to judge his reaction. He seemed sincere, and she'd offered him an out if he wanted to try to go back to sleep. And while he didn't seem very receptive to her botched offer to help out by making him a sleeping Draught (she probably couldn't do it very well, but she was willing to try), he seemed that he was genuine with his desire to accompany to her to the kitchens, and for that she was glad. Zaley was a sweet kid, yes, and she loved company, but she wasn't so fragile that she couldn't take it when someone declined her invitation for company. She'd rather they told the truth than they accompanied her out of pity or fear she couldn't take it. After all, she was a big girl. She'd been alone before, it was okay for her. Not preferable, but okay. "Yup, I got everything. Let's go." She grinned, looping her arm through Loal's and heading out of the library. Maybe that was a bit too friendly--some people weren't comfortable with how affectionate Zaley was with her friends (or how easily she threw around the word 'friends'), but it was just natural for her.
tag; Loal ! credit; text by allstar23 of Caution 2.0 ! outfit; school robes ! chat; sorry this sucked, I kinda just rambled to make it longer, eek !
Loal was taken by surprise when the girl slid her arm through his. What was this? Loal did not like to be touched by people he didn't know. But he also didn't like to upset. This resulted in a very strange and compelling inner conflict for Loal. He quickly brushed off any analysis he'd try to do here, as it always led to him over thinking about something, an action, a phrase, etc, could be interpreted in so many ways that he often found it a waste of time to really read into something that wasn't meant as anything more then a friendly gesture. Loal just went with it and walked with her.
That's when he realized...her...she...he didn't know her name! This was a bit odd, he thought, to be wandering in the library with a girl he had just met, alone, and not even knowing her name. Surely if he brought this story back to the guys in the dorms he'd get elbowed, high-fived, etc, and this made Loal laugh on the inside. He should probably get her name.
"So uh. Introductions seem to have been missed in the flurry of action back there...My name is Loal." He smiled.
He stopped near a large bookcase and looked past her for a moment to notice that they were deep in the library. It was going to be a long walk to the kitchen.
Zaley studied him out of the corner of her eye, using her peripheral vision to try to gauge Loal's reaction at the touch. Some people weren't okay with Zaley's up front affection and friendship. She didn't take offense to it, but she couldn't speak for those who were uncomfortable with it, that was obvious. She didn't know Loal as more than a passing glance in the corridors or a face in some of her classes from year to year, so it was hard to judge, but she decided the principle "better safe than sorry" was the way to go with this one, so she very subtly bent to check her shoe, arm sliding out of Loal's. Deciding that the laces were firmly in tact, she rose and resumed walking next to him, smiling serenely.
When he started talking (with some forced pleasantries buried in there that Zaley did not miss and were very glad to see), she turned to watch him, walking backwards through the library to answer cheerfully. "Zaley Bradley." She beamed, adding in a not impolite afterthought, "We've had classes on and off together since first year." If said a different way, this might have sounded rude, like "hey buddy thanks for never noticing me", but Zaley had a breezy sort of cheerful way about her that made it clear this was just her line of thinking and that she meant no harm. After a moment of silent walking, she added bemusedly, "Thanks for coming with me. Really." Though her tone was as breezy as if she were addressing the weather, it was often in times like this that Zaley said serious things, and this was one of them. She really appreciated the company.
tag; Loal ! credit; text by allstar23 of Caution 2.0 ! outfit; school robes ! chat; sorry these all suck, I have trouble deciding how to make her act based on Loal's actions !
Loal didn't say anything to the "having class" statement. He was the kind of guy who spent most of the class time day dreaming and wondering why he was at a school for magic. Sure, magic flowed through his veins and consumed a lot of what he did with his life, but otherwise, in terms of his life he didn't know WHAT to do. He was stuck. Eternally stuck. This may have been a core reason for his attitude tonight, which was, in partial, thanks to his nightmares.
He turned to the girl and stopped her for a moment. "Look, Zaley...right it is Zaley? I'm sorry. I'm probably coming off as a bit...er...cold...tonight. I am having a rough day. Week. Month. You get the point. I just was taken off guard by you is all. So please don't take it personal eh? I am truly glad to be going to the kitchen as I am, really starving." Thus, on cue, his stomach churned and made a very loud growling noise.
"Let's grab a bite to eat eh?" He hoped he had lowered the tension a bit as they continued to walk down the narrow halls of books.
"So uh...Do you spend a lot of time in the library like most Ravenclaws? Or do you like to. You know. Do stuff?" He joked.
Loal stopped her backwards walk through the library. Zaley was pleasantly surprised with how sincerely he apologized. Well of course she couldn't hold any coldness he had against him when he apologized and had a good reason! That was just completely against her normal persona! So she cocked her head to the side to flash a smile his way, showing she accepted his apology. "Hey, don't sweat it Loal. We all have bad times. I'm not gonna hold it against you." She laughed, shrugging good-naturedly, before turning to walk forwards beside him. "Yeah, I'm pretty hungry too. Studying History of Magic is far from filling (or fu-filling) work." She laughed, and her stomach stared growling, almost like it was voicing a reply to Loal's own stomach's grumblings, or maybe it was voicing its approval of the whole let's-get-some-food idea. That could be it too.
She shrugged, considering his question. "Mmmm, I spend as much time as a sixth year or a Ravenclaw in here. Though, either one of those is a big number so yeah, I spend a lot of time here." She laughed before continuing. "But I get out some. I mean, I've got lots of friends." She grinned, not trying to sound arrogant or something, which was easy to understand because Zaley just sort of oozed that sort of charisma some people had where it was like an unspoken disclaimer: Hey, if I say something that sounds like I wanted to be mean, don't worry, I wouldn't hurt a fly. Which, that disclaimer would be accurate, because she didn't go looking for problems. Although, Zaley did have this thing where if she was looking in on someone's bickering or fighting (particularly on the mTech) and she thought of a good comeback, she couldn't help but throw it in there. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though because anyone was fair game at times like that, no matter who she liked or disliked, which just negated any venom they could have accidentally have acquired. "But what do you badgers do for fun? Dig in the dirt?" She giggled, shaking her head. "Just kidding."
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