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“Why am I here?” Pandora muttered, tugging her silver-and-blue scarf further over her chin. She shuddered as she miserably watched her breath float away from her in milky white cloud. “I don’t even like Potions.” Nor was she all too fond of the dungeon. If there was one thing Pan possibly hated more than potions, it was the cold, and the dungeon was probably the coldest place in the entire castle.
She gave her most moping look to Iridithu—which is saying quite a lot, seeing as how Pandora was particularly good at moping, especially when she put her mind to it – but it s
what am I doing to myself (and you all)
Overwhelmed
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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nyohohohohohohohoho
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My Portfolio
Katie Franke
Traditional Art Gallery Moderator
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"And then the chorus comes in, and nobody knows why except Mozart and he's dead."
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'tis appreciated!
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.. L'enfer c'est les autres ..
Jean-Paul Sartre
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Goten : O___O "Poor Gohan.."
Trunks : "Don't worry, Goten.. They're adults, that's how they communicate.. Let this be a lesson for you. Never grow up."
x3
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"There was nothing in the dark that wasn't there when the lights were on." ~ Rod Sterling The Twilight Zone
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