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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 3:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:59 pm
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“Meddle not in the affairs of the dragon”
"I wouldn't be so sure about that.", Stoirme responds with a faint smile that was neither friendly nor hostile. She turns to face the class as a whole. "As the fox has pointed out, this class is General and Magical History, and, as you should have already guessed, I will be your teacher. I am called Stoime and you will only refer to me as Stoirme. Miss, ma'am, dragon, Lady Scales, or any other such thing may result in a rather painful experience.", she says, her bored voice still making it difficult to tell if she was joking or not about the painful experience.
“for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 8:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 8:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:07 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 9:15 am
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