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She scratched her head for one or two seconds, knowing that she would fall if it took longer. ``Alright, my very large friend,`` she could hear the skeleton talk, ``What say you and I go check out the dorms, ye? I think a little birdy is getting bored of just talking.``...
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She lifted her head from her pillow, which she stole. Her hair was as wild as the jungle, an untamable tangle of locks that no amount of brushing can straighten. Scratching her head, she looked beside her-- ``A note?``
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That's how she got here. ...