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Emelia - fifth year vorobyov • rocking it cliqueless
-"The first recipe for happiness is: avoid too lengthy meditation on the past."
– 17:56, March 23, 2014 (UTC)
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"Now." She replied. "We're gonna need our Hands Of Glory. Luca, if you find them, you know what to do - they're with you." She nodded, noticing that Ileana and Siân had gone somewhere. She picked up her hand of glory, checking her knives, she nodded. "This table is wood, it looks like a good target. You guys get out, I'll take Ileana and Siân' s things with me to the end of the train after. Cristi - you take the end towards the front, I'll take the back end." She picked everything up, and after everyone was clear, she threw the bag of powder to Cristi. "Once it's lit, turn out the light." She struck a match, and threw it on the table, setting it ablaze and getting out.
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