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Nov 01, 2006 13:47

Atton had been expecting to be turned back as soon as Halloween had passed. He wasn't, resulting in a very bad-tempered hare chewing lettuce on the table of a booth.

Bar's timing is, it seems, impeccable, as with a pop Atton's returned to humanity, lettuce hanging out of his mouth, eyebrow raised.

It takes a moment for him to realise and spit it out.

emily the strange, atton rand, halloween, wes janson, the exile

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