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Post by James Tolman on Sept 13, 2006 23:30:59 GMT -5
James sat down at the Hufflepuff table. He had never felt so tired in his life. He kept spilling his glass of milk and missing his mouth with his food. He didn't even have the strength to finish a Transfiguration essay. Why did I stay up reading last night? He wondered, looking down at his scrambled eggs.
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