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Whumptober 2022: Luken Roth
OC: Luken Roth
prompts used: no.1 “this wasn’t supposed to happen, no.4 waking up disoriented, no.7 silent panic attack, no.15 emotional damage, no.20 it’s been a long day, no.21 “you’re safe now”, no.28 anger born of worry, alt.7 protective, alt.8 made to watch, alt.15 tears
Seeing
The voice of his teacher faded into the background as Luken rested his head on his desk. He really needed to understand these equations, but his eyelids were heavy, and in no time at all, the world around him dissolved completely. A flash of white, and suddenly he was awake. But he wasn’t in the classroom. He wasn’t in school at all. Disoriented, Luken looked around, only to realize he was in the thick of the woods outside town, leaning up against a tree. It was happening again. Great.
Whumptober 2022: Bean
OC: Bean
prompts used: no.13 fracture, no.14 hanging by a threat, no.23 forced to kneel, no.25 duct tape/you better start talking, no.29 defiance, no.30 manhandled/hair grabbing, alt.7 protective
When There’s No Weak Links
Bean was being pulled along roughly by the strong hands around her arms. The duct tape over her mouth and sack over her head were nuisances, but she was pretty sure she was being led down a long strand of corridors. Her captors hadn’t bothered to say a word to her the entire time. And then finally she was shoved forward, and stumbled into a space that felt airier. The sack was pulled off her head, and she saw in front of her, in all her terrible glory, the high priestess. Akash’s older sister.
“What, no curtsying?” The priestess asked Bean.
She simply answered with a glare, and the priestess rolled her eyes and gestured to the guards. They came up behind Bean and shoved her down onto her knees so that she was kneeling.
“There we go,” the woman smirked. “Respect is important, you know. Now could you gentlemen please remove the duct tape? We have a lovely conversation to get to.”
The tape was ripped harshly off her face, and Bean held in a wince.
“Now, that’s better, isn’t it?” the woman asked, smiling. When Bean didn’t respond, the priestess’s face turned cold. “Right down to business, then? I can work with that. I’m sure you already know why you’re here, so I’ll only bother asking once. Where is my little brother?”
“Yeah,” Bean finally spoke up, “I’m for sure not answering that.”
“You should,” the woman shot back. “No telling what’ll happen to you if you don’t.”
She nodded to one of her guards. Suddenly, Bean was being restrained by one man while the other hit her hard in the ribs with the pommel of his sword. A faint but nauseating crack could be heard as pain shot through her body. Bean wheezed, doubling over before she was pulled back upright by her hair.
“Oh, don’t be such a wimp,” the priestess mocked. “My guards are professionals. He only hit you with enough force to fracture your ribs, nothing more. But if you keep being stubborn, we might just start breaking things. So, you’d better start talking.”
Bean grit her teeth. She wasn’t about to betray Akash, not after years of trust. She could handle a bit of pain. “I’m never going to let you hurt him, you hear me?”
The woman gave an exaggerated sigh. “I guess it’s time to start breaking things, then.”
Flufftober Day 31: a sweet treat
OCs: Caelus & Cairn
picnic
Caelus was bored. As he always was, at functions like this. Sometimes his life just felt like one social event he had to appear at after another. Surrounded by people who covered themselves in glamours and other magics. Not a single person in sight was worth his time.
And then Caelus spotted something rather peculiar in the corner, near the buffet tables. The shimmer of an invisibility charm. He focused on it, squinting, until the figure of a girl appeared. She looked about his age maybe, but too thin, with messy ash-brown hair, and shabby clothes. It seemed she was in the process of eating her way through the appetizers. That was a person worth speaking with.
Caelus sidled over and cleared his throat quietly enough that the nearby socialites wouldn’t notice. The girl glanced at him only briefly, then did a double-take, her eyes widening as she realized he was staring right at her.
“What’s your name?” he whispered to her. Her eyes darted around quickly with a panicked look. “Hey, it’s fine. I’m not going to snitch on you or anything.”
“I’m supposed to be invisible,” she whispered back, finally looking right at him. “Did the spell break?”
“No, no. Only I can see you, I think.”
How?”
Caelus shrugged. “When everyone around you wears illusions, you learn to see through them. You’re different from anyone else here, though. That’s why I wanted to come say hi.”
The girl pinned him with a searching look. “How rich are you?”
He hesitated. “Is there a right answer here?”
“Yes. An honest one.”
“… I might be the richest person in this room.” It was silent for a moment, and then Caelus started. “Oh shit, I’ve been rude, haven’t I? My name is Caelus.”
He held out his hand to her and after a moment, she shook it.
“My name is Cairn.”
“I want to be your friend.”
Cairn stared at him wordlessly for what felt like several minutes.
“I’m from the surface...” she eventually said, in a soft voice.
Caelus lit up. “Really? I’ve never seen the surface up close. What’s it like down there?”
“Bad. I guess we can be friends. What’s this?” She had wandered over to the dessert table, and was inspecting the dishes there.
“Oh, that’s a cream puff.”
“What’s a cream puff?” She tilted her head curiously.
“Uhh, it’s like a puff. With cream in it. Have you never had one?” She shook her head. Caelus walked over, happy when he noticed how she didn’t move away, and picked one up. “Here, try it.”
She took it carefully, looked it over, and then bit into it. Immediately, her eyes lit up, and she shoved the rest of the puff in her mouth.
“It’s really good!” she whispered excitedly, and he grinned. She grabbed several more and ate them just as quickly.
“You should try some of this other stuff, too. We’ve got black forest cake, eclairs, blackberry tarts, lemon pie, and that over there is gelato.” She looked around, her eyes wide with excitement, still eating cream puffs. “Do you want to try it all?”
She nodded fervently, and he smiled. Caelus was thrilled to spend the rest of the party showing her all the best foods in the buffet.
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Flufftober Day 30: dear diary
OC: Bean
all the hugs|bedtime stories|candles, lanterns, fairy lights|love language
Bean stared down at the pages in front of her. Neatly lined, but otherwise blank. It was an exercise her teachers wanted her to try, in the hopes that it helped her learn to read. With some trepidation, she lowered her pen and began to write.
Dear Diary,
My name is Bean. I have an older brother named Mint. I have no friends. I like it here, though. The school is warm and the teachers are nice. I’d like to stay.
That was all she wrote for several days. She didn’t know what else to say. But time passed. Bean’s handwriting improved and she could read longer words The teachers were stunned by how quickly and earnestly she learned.
Dear Diary,
I met a strange boy in the cafeteria today. His name is Akash. He doesn’t have any friends either, so I think I’m going to try and be friends with him. Supposedly, his parents are farmers, but I think he’s lying. I won’t pry, though. I think he might be weird in some of the same ways as me.
Days turned into weeks, turned into months. A lot had changed.
Dear Diary,
Synnove and Kamaria are arguing about religious philosophy again. I really don’t get why it’s such a big deal to them. Maybe there are gods, maybe there aren’t. Bottom line is, there’s no point worshipping something that left you and your brother struggling alone for years on end. Akash is pulling away again. He’s definitely hiding something big, but I won’t ask about it. He’ll share his secrets with me when he’s ready. I don’t think Mint feels the same, though. He’s worried. I can tell. I’m going to keep reading as many books as I can. Turn knowledge into power, so I can help my friends.
I have friends.
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Flufftober Day 29: leaves
OCs: Calum & Calandre
reunion|“I hate you”-”I love you too”|touch-starved|mask|broken nose|throne
Calandre watched her brother as they stood in the middle of the forest. Calum was gazing in awe at the colors around them. Autumn was in full swing, painting the trees rich reds and oranges and yellows. A soft carpet of leaves was under their feet, and the sunlight above was dappled as it fell through the trees.
She knew what he was feeling; she’d felt it too. The first time she saw nature up close like this. All the beauty and life. No longer painted on a canvas or far away from the windows of a ship. The biggest smile crept onto Calum’s face.
“We’re free, Calandre.” His voice was soft, and there were tears in his eyes.
“We’re free.”
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Flufftober Day 28: picnic
OCs: Caelus, Cairn, & Nivia
Caelus scanned the room full of stuffy-looking people. It was, as many would say, “his crowd.” Rich snobs putting on airs, and throwing parties just to show face. He hated it. Black and white parties, in particular, pissed him off to no end. Something about the forced formality of it all. The lack of color. The lack of any fun. But he came here for a reason, tonight. Glancing behind him, he spotted Cairn, as she lurked near the buffet table. Her black feathered mask and dress matched his own raven black suit and mask, likewise adorned. She gave him a subtle nod to indicate she’d scoped out what they wanted. With a sigh, Caelus turned back toward the crowd, searching for someone mildly interesting.
His eyes landed on a girl about his age, maybe, looking like an angel in her own feathered dress and mask, both pure white. She hovered near a wall, waving off offers to dance and occasionally glancing toward the grandfather clock on the other side of the room. Maybe she could be what he was looking for. He sauntered over.
“Care to dance?” he asked, smiling at the girl. “Come on, it’ll help pass the time. Where’s the harm in it?”
The girl, who looked two seconds from rejecting him, hesitated, before sighing and taking his hand. He led her onto the floor and they began to waltz. They fell into a comfortable rhythm easily, but Caelus noticed the apathy still present on the girl’s face.
“I take it this isn’t where you’d like to be right now?” he asked, a hint of amusement coming through in his voice.
“Let’s just say, black and white parties aren’t my favorite. They’re… dull.” She responded with a sigh. Caelus tilted his head in thought before realization struck him and he broke out into a grin.
“Nivia? My oh my, it is you, isn’t it? I never knew you could feel negativity toward high society.”
“What? I didn’t say that! How did you…”
“Oh, come on, Niv,” Caelus smirked as they continued to waltz. “I saw you stealing glances at the clock. All this time I was talking about how much these things suck, and I thought I was alone. Come to find out, you actually agree with me.”
“Wh— Caelus? Where have you— don’t call me Niv! The hell are you doing here? You’ve been missing for months!”
Caelus shrugged. “I’ve been traveling with my friend.”
“You don’t have friends.”
“Sure I do, you met her.” He nodded toward Cairn. “She’s been showing me the world.”
“Is that the homeless girl you smuggled into class that week?” Nivia asked, and Caelus nodded. “Wait, so the rumors are true? You’ve been down on the surface this whole time? That’s dangerous! People think you’re dead, you know.”
“You almost sound like you’ve worried for me, Niv,” he laughed softly.
“Stop calling me Niv! And don’t get it twisted, I still hate you.”
“Mhm. So, you have worried.”
“What are you doing here, Caelus?”
“I thought I’d stop by for a picnic.”
“A picnic?”
“Cairn over there is going to steal some food so we can have a picnic on the roof.”
“You’re going to get caught.”
“Without a distraction, sure. Want to help?” Caelus watched as Nivia’s expression turned unsure and uncomfortable. “Come on, Nivia. This party is boring, you think so, too. Don’t you want to have a bit of fun for a change?”
Nivia hesitated. “What did you have in mind?”
“Are you familiar with Augustus Moreau’s Starlight Strain Tango?”
“Of course.” There was something both haughty and challenging in Nivia’s tone, but her eyes held a glimmer of excitement. Caelus grinned in response, then guided them to the middle of the dance floor.
The song wasn’t over yet, and the crowd around them kept waltzing, but Caelus and Nivia stopped, and he took several steps back. Then, he snapped his fingers, and magic rippled throughout the room. Several things happened in succession. First, the waltz music cut off abruptly and a bright spotlight appeared on the two of them, drawing immediate attention from all the party-goers. Second, Caelus’s suit shimmered and changed into a colorful, opulent, and borderline flamboyant outfit. Complete with gold accents, sheer lantern sleeves, and a peacock feather mask. And third, the crowd, previously full of whispers, fell into a hushed silence as Augustus Moreau’s music began to play.
The room seemed to hold its breath for the next several minutes as Caelus and Nivia flawlessly executed the tango. They danced and twirled, so stunningly alive that not a soul could look away. Meanwhile in the background, Cairn snatched sandwiches and beignets and a bottle of wine, loading them carefully into a basket hidden under the table. By the time the song was over, she was out on the roof waiting, the party-goers none the wiser.
Caelus took a bow as the room stood still, and Nivia followed suit. Applause broke out all around them, and Caelus thought he caught Nivia beaming at him, but then her face contorted into uncertainty as she looked at something past him. He turned, and saw an unpleasant looking woman, presumably the party’s host, approaching with a scowl. Grinning, he snapped his fingers again, plunging the room into darkness, and grabbed Nivia’s hand. As soon as they stepped out into the cool nighttime air, she burst out laughing. It wasn’t long before Caelus joined in.
“Oh my god! That was amazing!” she said, looking happier than he’d ever seen her.
“Right? You were incredible!”
“You were incredible!” As soon as the words left her mouth, Nivia blushed deeply. Caelus tried to pretend he didn’t feel himself blushing, too.
“Come on, let’s get on the roof.” After he helped her up, they made their way over to Cairn and saw the spread she had laid out.
There was a full three-course dinner worth of food she managed to steal. Grapes and beignets and turkey sandwiches and cake and even a whole cheese and charcuterie board. And three glasses of wine, already poured. While the party beneath their feet went back to being dull and lifeless, the three of them spent the evening under the stars, laughing, eating gourmet food, and enjoying being alive together.
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Flufftober Day 27: reunion
OCs: Calum & Calandre
“I hate you”-”I love you too”|touch-starved|mask|broken nose|throne
Calum ran through the city in a panic, his heart pounding and his fancy clothes making it harder to breathe. It was only a matter of time before his keepers regrouped and came after him. He pushed through the gathering crowd of onlookers staring at the crashed airship in the distance. Once past the gawkers, Calum took the first side street, hoping to find his way out. But then he heard footsteps behind him on the cobblestone, and his heart skipped a beat.
“Calum?”
Wait… he recognized that voice. He stumbled to a stop and whirled around to see his pursuer.
“…. Calandre?”
The girl standing there was undeniably his twin sister, though she seemed to have gotten a makeover since disappearing months ago. Her dark brown hair was up in a braid, asymmetrical bangs framing her face. Gone was her stuffy overly-formal dress and coat. In its place was a sensible white shirt, brown pants, black boots, and a worn, dark green tailcoat with a matching waistcoat under it. More than that, she seemed to radiate confidence. Calum wanted to be like that.
“It really is you, isn’t it…” Calandre sounded awe-struck as she stared at him. And then she broke out into a wide grin and sprinted toward him, tackling him with a huge hug. “Gods, it’s good to see you. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too,” Calum responded softly, hugging his sister tightly as tears started to fall. “I knew you weren’t dead.”
Calandre hugged him a little bit tighter before pulling back to look at him. Gently, she wiped the tears from his face.
“I was worried, too. When I saw the crash… But we’re alright. It’s alright now.” She beamed at Calum. “You escaped! How’d you do it? I want to hear all about it. Oh! The others will want to hear this too. We have friends now! We’re not alone anymore.”
“We have friends?”
“Yes! They’ll be so happy to meet you! You and me are never going to be prisoners again, just you watch!” If it was possible, Calandre’s face lit up even more. “I can’t wait to help give you a makeover!”
She tugged on his hand, grinning ear to ear, and started pulling him down the street, but Calum stopped short. Calandre looked back, confusion mixing with concern on her face.
“Calandre, wait.”
“What is it?”
“Just this.” Calum surged forward and grappled her in another hug, almost afraid she’d disappear if he let go. She let him hold on as long as he wanted, and then when he was finally ready, she led him through the city and into the next chapter of his life.
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Flufftober Day 26: blankets
OCs: Rune, Leola, and friends
supporting silly quirks/hobbies
It was dark outside the windows of their camper van. The moon and stars hiding behind storm clouds. Everyone was getting comfortable in their own favorite spots. Leola and her girlfriend cuddling under a blanket on the top bunk, one of their friends on the bottom. Raphael and Alyssa had set up several layers of blankets and pillows on the floor, and huddled under their own blankets. Rune was crashing on the couch, shivering under a thinner, more worn blanket.
“Leola,” Rune whispered, and the girl cracked an eye open.
“Yeah?” she whispered back, peering over the edge of her bunk down at Rune.
“Can you hand me another blanket?”
“Sure thing.” Careful to not make too much noise, Leola opened a cabinet by her head and pulled out a thick spare blanket. She balled it up and chucked it down at Rune, who caught it.
“Thank you!” Rune pulled the blanket around themself and fell asleep in no time at all.
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Flufftober Day 25: first dance
OCs: Asterope & Elvira
hot chocolate|movie marathon|“have you heard?”|pov outsider
abandoned|support|festival|cliff|exotic illness|helplessness|sugar|power
“Are you having fun?”
Asterope turned to see Elvira, grinning, her eyes a vivid glittering green. Her black hair was pulled half-up with braids forming a sort of halo around her head. She was undeniably stunning in her sleeveless v-neck dress, which was a shade of green dark enough to pass as black until she spun in the light. Asterope shook herself out of her thoughts and cleared her throat.
“I am! How about you? Do any dancing yet?”
“Yeah, I’ve danced with a few people.” Asterope didn’t miss how Elvira’s eyes flitted over her body before meeting her gaze again with a smile. “Care to be my next partner?”
Elvira held out her hand, her eyes no longer straying from Asterope’s own. A blush crept onto Asterope’s face as she took the outstretched hand, and Elvira beamed. They spent the rest of the night twirling each other and laughing under the ballroom chandeliers.
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Whumptober 2022: Mint
OC: Mint
prompts used: no.1 adverse effects, no.4 waking up disoriented, no.6 “I’ve got a pulse”, no.19 repeatedly passing out/knees buckling, no.22 toxic, no.27 pushed to the limit/muffled screams/stumbling/magical exhaustion, alt.3 dazed and confused, alt.6 sensory overload
Unexplored Magic Means Unexplored Consequences...
Paragon Academy did well in educating its students about the dangers of magic. There were procedures to follow to keep yourself safe, and avoid corruption. The problem was, there were no procedures for magics that had yet to be explored. But that wasn’t going to deter Mint. He had reasons for messing with the magics he did.
Which brought him to now, lying on the floor of his dorm, flickering in and out of consciousness as commotion descended. There were shouts. Panicked voices saying things Mint could hardly make out. He mutedly felt someone grab his wrist.
“I’ve got a pulse!” The shout came from just above him, but it sounded distant, like he was hearing it through water. Then another voice, warbled and faint.
“Something is keeping him from waking fully. Let me just…” Without warning, Mint’s world went from dull and far-away, to too loud, too bright, too colorful, too much. He opened his eyes but immediately squeezed them shut again. Everything around him was just shapes and colors and noise, and he couldn’t make out what a single thing was. “Mint? Mint, I need you to look at me. Open your eyes.”
Mint tried to do as he was told, but he couldn’t tell if he was looking the right way.
“Hmmm,” the voice spoke again. “This isn’t good. Can you stand?”
Flufftober Day 24: all the hugs
OCs: Synnove, Bean, Kamaria, Mint, Akash
morning person|candles, lanterns, fairy lights|game day|love language
Synnove hugged like nothing was wrong with the world. Her hugs were warm and bright like sunshine, instantly making you feel better and coaxing a smile onto your face.
Bean hugged fiercely, like an oath to protect you with her last breath. She made you feel safe, protected, like you’d never have to face something alone again.
Kamaria hugged like it was a promise. A little bit more stiff, formal even. There was something solemn about the way she hugged you. But with an air of devotion, not ever given lightly. She didn’t hug you unless she meant it.
Mint hugged like you were family. Like a protective, caring older brother would. His hugs were warm and safe and made you feel like you could just relax and be yourself.
Akash… Akash hugged like it was a lifeline. Always given without a moment’s notice, and always clinging on like you were the only person left in the world. He attached himself to you and didn’t let go for a long time. His hugs conveyed a level of trust no words could express. He hugged like your hugs were the most important thing in the world.
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Flufftober Day 23: POV outsider
OCs: Asterope & Elvira
hot chocolate|movie marathon|“have you heard?”
abandoned|support|festival|cliff|exotic illness|helplessness|sugar|power
Asterope and Elvira were, without a doubt, the strangest pairing in the entire school. Whether it was the unavoidable class divide, the extreme difference of opinion on magical theory, or some unknown cosmic reason, they hated each other quickly.
Day one, before everyone was even settled in their dorms, their contention started. Allegedly, their original disagreement was over the respectability of the school’s own headmistress. Asterope admired the woman for all her accomplishments—the greatest being her establishment of modern magical theory and invention of dozens of spells. Elvira, on the other hand, seemed to chafe against the theory, and even claimed the headmistress cared about reputation more than anything else. But when questioned, she’d have no evidence of this.
And then, the two girls were unpleasantly surprised to discover they’d be roommates for the year.
Asterope had an arsenal of complaints against Elvira. How she was privileged whilst Asterope had to work hard to get in on scholarship. How the other girl refused to cast a single spell in any class, but insisted she was capable of doing so. How she seemed to excel in each class nonetheless. Even the girl’s habit of eating in class wore on Asterope’s nerves.
Questioning Elvira didn’t shed much light on the subject. She seemed venomously resentful, but only ever restated her points on the headmistress and how modern magical theory was just a theory. Elvira may not have been actively hostile, but she didn’t seem keen on making friends either, whereas Asterope was friendly toward everyone. With the one exception.
It was odd. Their animosity was very odd, but it wasn’t long before it felt normal. Expected. The two girls hating each other was the status quo.
And then in a single night, it was like the whole world was spun on its head.
They went from staying as far as they could from one another to being nearly inseparable before anyone even knew what happened. Allegedly, Elvira had used magic to save Asterope from a gargantuan wolf. And that was enough for them both to sweep every difference they had under the rug. Where they’d been glaring at each other from across rooms, suddenly they would be found giggling in corners. Where before, Asterope would complain about Elvira’s snacking habits, suddenly they’d be sharing bags of chips daily.
By all accounts, and without knowing what really went down in those woods, it made no goddamn sense. As far as anyone could tell, there wasn’t a single moment of uncertainty in where the two girls stood. Mutual hate from the moment they met, and then abruptly the best of friends. It was like they were incapable of not having extreme feelings toward the other. Something about them was polarizing, but no one could ever figure out why. At this point, everyone was just making bets as to how long it’d take them to kiss.
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Flufftober Day 22: “have you heard?”
OCs: Asterope & Elvira
hot chocolate|movie marathon
abandoned|support|festival|cliff|exotic illness|helplessness|sugar|power
After the incident with the gargantuan wolf, the whole school seemed to go crazy with gossip. Between the confirmation from Asterope that Elvira apparently could do magic, and the abrupt change in the two girls’ relationship…. People were losing their minds over rumor and conjecture.
“Did you hear?” one student asked another, as they sat in the courtyard. “Asterope and Elvira are friends now.”
“What? I mean yeah, I heard it. But there’s no way. It’s just a rumor.”
“No, I’m telling you, I’ve seen them,” another student chimed in. “They’re damn near inseparable now. It’s weird.”
“They hated each other a week ago. Asterope snitched on her in front of her mom. And Elvira doesn’t like anyone. How did this happen.”
“Well it’s because Elvira saved her from that wolf, right?”
“Yeah, I still don’t know if I believe that. I mean no one saw it. For all we know, Elvira set the wolf on her in the first place.”
“Don’t be silly. The least believable part of that story is Elvira casting a spell. Which she would have had to do to summon the wolf, too. Your argument has no real weight.”
“Oh, there’s definitely something fishy about that. Elvira invented a whole new spell? And used it to get rid of a gargantuan wolf? I don’t think so. Even ignoring the fact that making new magic is impossible, girl hasn’t cast a single charm all year.”
“Well, she must have done something. I don’t see any other way they’d be all buddy-buddy all of a sudden.”
“Oh! Speaking of, have you heard Asterope dropped the request to move dorms?”
Several feet above the conversation, the two girls in question were sequestered on a small balcony, listening in with amusement.
“Yes, actually. I have heard,” Elvira joked, and Asterope had to stifle a laugh. The conversation eventually moved on, but the girls stayed on the balcony, finishing up their lunches until it was time to go back to class.
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