Miley had woken up on a common room couch, clutching a tiny stuffed mouse and wearing her Hannah wig. That fact was lost on her as she remembered the stuff that happened over the weekend.

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Miley was busy not studying. She was reading magazines, texting her friends, and trying on clothes. There had been a brief panic period earlier when she had run out of stalling tactics and almost had to study but she was saved by the apperance of a dust bunny.

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