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I Had A Dream, I Saw You In It
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"HARLOW, ARE YOU DONE?" Her nan asked, and she turned, smiling.
"Yes. Has the Alpha left?" Harlow asked, standing up and plopping a Rolo in her mouth. Since last night, there was extensive damage to the town. House was crumpled down, and trees remained damaged from the fire, and the conclusion as to why it was it was, was still being figured out. Michael had left a great deal of damage, but her nan's house was left untouched. It seemed he had missed this part entirely, and Harlow couldn't help but wonder why?
"Yes, and I'm glad. We didn't need all this negative energy in the house." Her nan smiled, leading her into the house. "You need to go to bed; you have school tomorrow."
"Do I have to, nan?" She grumbled slightly, but her nan only gave her a look that told her it wasn't up for debate. The sheer thought of going to school after such a day was the least pleasant thing ever to cross her mind; Harlow's mind w
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