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[lalaith_]

::is buried under a pile of thin quilts inside her bedroom where she is currently hiding from the world recuperating::

::cuddles next to Mrs. Ginger Skittles::

I don't know how a person can feel so peaceful and so thrown in one single day.

What did that poet say? I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness.

I am one of the best

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[caranthire]

*smells the chocolate and is suddenly drawn to it*

*knocks on your door*

[lalaith_]

::calls out in a muffled tone::

Who is it?

[caranthire]

Just me. Can I come in? I smell chocolate and now I want it!

[lalaith_]

::stumbles out of bed and unlocks the door to let you in::

::realizes it is too late to straighten up her usually pristine room, which is now resembling a bomb site::

um, hi. Come in, I have lots of it so you can have as much as you want.

::crawls back to her bed and resumes her earlier position under the sheets after presenting you with a great selection of chocolates::