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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2015 13:34:24 GMT -5
She copies much that night, and Sara knocks on her door. "We're going for some drinks! Wanna come!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 6, 2015 13:51:09 GMT -5
Morgan had been engrossed with her work yet her concentration was broken by the knocking so she went over to the door and opened it to allow Sara in.
"Who are you going with?" She asked. "I was going to stay in and do some work, truly."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2015 13:58:36 GMT -5
"There's like seven of us! Come on! It'll be fun, Morgan! Books will be there tomorrow!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 6, 2015 14:11:24 GMT -5
"But do I know any of these people?" Morgan persisted. "And I'd have to get changed anyway. I can't go anywhere like this. I'd be ashamed to be seen outside of the Citadel like this." She gestured at her scruffy, dusty gown.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2015 14:24:04 GMT -5
"Oh by the seven!" she said. "Just change and meet us in twenty minutes!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 6, 2015 16:05:26 GMT -5
"I will. See you in a while," Morgan promised. She washed her hands and face, careful to get rid of the ink stains on her fingers, then changed into a pretty gown.
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