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[solitusvir]

Three hundred fucking twenty to sixty.

McLagging is going to regret ever talking to me.

I have a turban around my head, I swear. It makes me feel heavy and I think my hair is going to be a mess when I take it off. More than it usually is. I need to stop this waking up to find myself with a head wound thing. I have a fucking headache and the

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[forever_alight]

Are you sure that's

Sure. I'll be there soon.

[solitusvir]

Take all the time you need.

[forever_alight]

No, it's fine. I just went to eat and thought you might sleep through the night. I didn't want to bother you.

Do you need anything?

[solitusvir]

Nah, got too much sleep before.

A treacle tart would be nice.

[forever_alight]

Well, you were unconscious.

Okay. I'll go and see Dobby and then come up.

[solitusvir]

Love you.

[forever_alight]