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The Metation Guild The Spellsword Guild Mansion English Teacher
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Nov 15, 2024 15:26:23 GMT -6
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Rebecca smiled, glad to see the boy still had his charm and his way with words intact. Plenty of things change; it was inevitable. Still, any little thing that remained intact was a pleasant reminder of what was normal.
The girl took a last sip of her soup, hoping to store the remaining warmth of her food in her tummy in hopes of fortifying her midriff's defenses. "Ah think Ah'm about ready for the trek home."
She got up from her seat and tossed the disposable cup and utensil into a nearby bin. Taking her place at Drew's side facing the exit, Rebecca braced herself for the cold. Holding her arm out in hopes of wrapping it around Drew's (in a "using a male friend for his infinite warmth" way,) she smirked and asked, "Shall we?"
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