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Shannon Kentwell - Mielkutė Fifth Year
-"The one you love tolerates your omigod totally moments."
Message Me - 23:53, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
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Shan would be passed out on the bed, shards of glass from a vodka bottle on the right hand side, and her diary tucked into the pillowcase, where it had been a while. There was no puddle, so the bottle had been empty when it was dropped. Her hair was officially bleach blonde, matching her pale face as she lay there in a slightly strange position, underneath her blankets, lying on the side away from the door.
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