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fandomhighdorms2011-07-13 06:02 pm
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon
It was Wednesday the first time Dolf dragged himself out to do something other than mope around his room (or, that one time, mope around the picnic). He was hungry again, and while he could just steal something from the fridge and run as he'd been doing... he lingered.
He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was wanting a better lunch, for once.
He wound up standing by the counter making sandwiches. The first couple were for himself; after that, he just kept going. He could always put some back in the fridge in case someone needed to eat them, and right now it was kind of cathartic.
And a good sign that he wasn't a pony anymore.
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He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was wanting a better lunch, for once.
He wound up standing by the counter making sandwiches. The first couple were for himself; after that, he just kept going. He could always put some back in the fridge in case someone needed to eat them, and right now it was kind of cathartic.
And a good sign that he wasn't a pony anymore.
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