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| Subject: Perfectly Imperfect *Open* Sat Feb 05, 2011 8:03 pm | |
| She was standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She had to admit, talking to Max had helped a bit, but she could still see the bags under her eyes from the nightmares. She sighed and waled over to the wall. She sat down against it, leaning her head back against the wall. "Stupid nightmares," she grumbled. They were a lot less frequent, no longer every night, but they were still just as terrible. She had sometimes taken refuge in Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom but sometimes she couldn't take her wailing. Today was one of theose days, she didn't want to feel any worse than she already did. She heard footsteps and looked up. "Oh... Hi." Cora |
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