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The end of we, us and our. “Rosey-Posey, I didn’t mean to do it babe.” He said smoothly, as though words could smooth everything over, make their sea calm again, and stop rocking the boat. |
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Retracing dreams. Retracing dreams felt like submerging herself in a sea of ice. It stung and clawed at her throat and tasted of salt and tears. |
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Frightening the Nitwits. “Rose if you don’t open that soon, I’m going to sign you up for therapy at St.Mungos.” Eliza said dryly. |
2,197 | 1 |
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In the Panic Room The staff at the Swedish Magizoological Institute seemed equally baffled, both in the presence of the British media and their interest in this red-haired British girl, and the fact that said red-haired British girl was clearly experiencing severe trouble breathing and her eyes were beginning to roll into the back of her head. |
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