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fandomhighdorms2008-01-19 08:51 pm
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Fifth floor coomon room, Saturday night
Henry was still hungry and not much more illuminated to where he was. He had found a room that looked like it was a lounge of some kind and was hoping that he'd run into someone who could tell him something.
Or, at the least, who could offer him a bite.
Or, at the least, who could offer him a bite.

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She was in search of ice cream. Specifically chocolate ice cream, and she sighed in disappointment when the freezer didn't have any to offer. "This is the last freezer. How can none of them have chocolate ice cream?"
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Gremlins were becoming her shorthand explanation for everything strange.
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