Editing Prose Magica: The Ballad of the Seventeenth Part 3
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Therese made a shallow nod, barely noticeable to the inattentive. With another long sigh, she fastened her cap, threw on her coat in a dramatic flourish and stepped out into the hall. | Therese made a shallow nod, barely noticeable to the inattentive. With another long sigh, she fastened her cap, threw on her coat in a dramatic flourish and stepped out into the hall. | ||
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Odette cracked open a tired eye and looked up at her clock. It was already eleven in the morning. With a disgruntled huff, she made to get out of bed... but only succeeded in vainly squirming against the arms holding her back. The smaller girl groaned as she tried to pull out of Lotte's vice grip around her waist. The perennial little spoon. Odette knew that she would be lucky if the other girl woke up before noon. | Odette cracked open a tired eye and looked up at her clock. It was already eleven in the morning. With a disgruntled huff, she made to get out of bed... but only succeeded in vainly squirming against the arms holding her back. The smaller girl groaned as she tried to pull out of Lotte's vice grip around her waist. The perennial little spoon. Odette knew that she would be lucky if the other girl woke up before noon. |