Barbara was passing through difficult tis. I read on my mother it was common in won her age, the transformations, the young girl blossoming into a woman. Or maybe it was hearing my voice in her head and getting selected for the Labyrinth expedition. Nevertheless, she ditched the other classes for the day and rushed with to a private study cubicle room in the library.
Once she locked the door behind her, she took out of her pack and set on the desk. Then she started to spin in circles (no room to walk or run) as she rambled in full panic mode.
"I'm not going crazy. Okay, I am looking after a monster. The monster ate my panties. I'm not going crazy. If people knew I had a mimic with , my life would be ruined. Mr. Collins can't find out that I'm cheating in his class with a mimic. Matriarch delivers . I'm in deep trouble. I'm locked in a room with a mimic.
She opened her dumb mouth and stared at the book. "She's your mother?"
"I don't snore! I'm a lady," she declared as she poked her nose upward.
"I think I can do that," she smiled and almost giggled. "And what is your Class?"
"I never heard of that Class."
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She brought to her lips and kissed my cover. "You are so sweet, Nethe. I'm sorry for suspecting you."
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