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Emelia - fifth year vorobyov • rocking it cliqueless
-"The first recipe for happiness is: avoid too lengthy meditation on the past."
– 13:39, July 19, 2014 (UTC)
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Lowering her voice to a serious whisper, she replied. "Laena, it's too late for me to calm down. It's just like you-know-when." About a second later, the serious look would disappear and she would stop crying. Turning back to Cristi, she would appear slightly different in aura. "Well then, I'm glad to know you feel that way..." It was an Emelia-esque chuckle, but slightly too quiet and too high to be truly hers, before her eyes kind of slowly, and then all at once, turned green. It was like a sign, of sorts.
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