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Post by Alora on Oct 15, 2008 8:34:44 GMT -8
Mirri stood at the enterance, facing the school. Her silver form ever shifting, her face trying to decide what characteristics to take on from those around her. Not many people sat on the benches to the left of her, underneath the old oak tree, but those who did looked at her strangely, and she couldn't help but to look back equally perplexed, mirroring their face and their gestures.
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