A Qwest

[ia_tesla]

The Little Dragon launched another pencil into the ceiling, wedging it into a cluster that had accumulated while she spun in the office chair in thought. Finally all the pieces came together. Names ran together int her head like fresh paint. Quickly she sat forward and picked up the pen that had been saved for writing instead of a projectile. The

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[dominion_od]

oh good god what are you going to put me through??!!

hehe