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6/20/2016 11:17:36 PM
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"[i]No, I'm fine...I don't want to steal anything.[/i]"
[b]Ophélia grinned, trying to keep the mood upbeat.[/b]
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She slid into her bed, watching the back of Ophélia in awe. She was feeling strange... she had never felt this sensation before. It boggled her mind. And it annoyed her, since she wasn't able to find an answer. [i]"Well... why wouldn't they?"[/i]
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[i]"Oh... I thought you would just wear them on your upper body..."[/i] She giggles a bit. [i]"Sorry."[/i] As she lay there, she felt an urge to just talk, talk and talk some more with her. As if that was all she'd ever want. [i]"So... Ophélia... have any family, or close ones..?"[/i]
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She grabs a piece of paper, on which there was an absolutely beautiful drawing of flowers, and scribbles. She then passes the paper along, with the pencil. On one side of the sheet, the one with the flowers, she wrote down her questions. [i]Where were you born? How old are you? Am I really your only friend? Because you're totally my only friend too! How do you stay so pretty? What's your favourite food? What's your favourite drink? What's your favourite book? What do you know about love? Feeling written on the back.[/i] And on the other end, there was another scribble, one of a perfectly drawn waterfall. [i]I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach, my chest burns, but it doesn't hurt. My legs feel weird. Am I okay???[/i]
