Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Ramona stepped out of the fireplace. She HATED that thing. Just hated it, and always would, smoothing down her pencil skirt and blouse her heels clacked against the floor as she clutched her blackberry in one hand and her starbucks latte styrofoam cup, taking occasional swigs out of it as she made her way to the fountain
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