Forty-two. [VOICE]

[magicofthewild]

[This journal...is sitting next to Alfred's bed. Open. Daine's talking to Alfred, probably. Or perhaps she's just musing to herself, because you can probably hear light snoring in the background.]Well, that was nice. At least that's a way to bring in the New Year, I suppose. Though I prefer my bed to yours. It seems the girls' ones are bigger, at

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1/IDEK

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2/like 5 maybe

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3/5 probably

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4/5 your inbox loves me~

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dooooooone :3

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Daine...!

d'aww poor Shirley

[magicofthewild]

What...?

She doesn't even know what to say XD

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Um... Were you...?

XD Daine won't guess either.

[magicofthewild]

Was I what?

She's trying to say it as plainly as she can without the word 'sex'. XD

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You know... With Alfred...

Daine gets it now, she'll say it for you! XD

[magicofthewild]

You mean sex?

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Daine!

[magicofthewild]

What? Why does everyone keep saying things like this?

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You're the Head Girl!

[magicofthewild]

...why does that make a difference whether or not I have sex with my boyfriend?

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[ASDFGHJKL STOP SAYING THAT]

You're supposed to set an example! I mean, if you have to... Do that, you should make sure the journal is closed!

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[magicofthewild]

I didn't know the journal was open! It wasn't like I planned to canoodle and then go "oh, well, I should shut my journal then!"