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Her mother jostles her. Wake up, Zipporah. Time to go to school.
I don't want to.
What of it? Wake up. Wake up. Insistent fingers at her shoulder.
Leave me alone.
Then her mother bites her hard on the hand and she cries out, jerking back to wakefulness, to pain. There's a flurry of wings and a harsh croaking, and she
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And, also, like, 17K words! Dude!
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Yeahhhh pretty close to. I think around 16,800 for the final tally.
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*flees*
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So, off I go to read from the beginning...!
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*takes!*
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Fucking writing.
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