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Ameline's eyes lazily drifted open. Morning. Light streamed in through the curtains, poking into the edges of her vision. For some reason, however, the young witch did not feel particularly rested. Groaning, she reached over and grabbed her phone off of the night stand. What in the heck, 37 texts...
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