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There is a house, and in the house is a bed, and in the bed is a girl. She sleeps soundly, curled up very small under her blanket, while a steady accumulation of snow makes round soft piles on the roof and against the outsides of the walls.
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Past_Consumption
Well then. It seems that the conversation is done.
Ishmerai has other important things to do: she'll leave Riya to her books for a while.
"I'll check up on you tomorrow morning. Is that alright?"
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