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Weaver's Fear Pt. 2The next morning came all too soon for Weaver who had to be nudged a few times by Vince in order to get her to stir. It wasn’t any earlier than she usually woke up for school; but this was vacation and that means you get to sleep in! She and the others in the village had stayed up a bit later than she should have given that there was a small party thrown in honor of all the guests. It wasn’t fair, in her mind, that Vince seemed so ready to go so early after he’d stayed up just as late as she had. Eventually the tapir was able to pull herself out of the bed and prepare for the coming day. She knew she had to be on her toes if shWeaver's Fear Pt. 2
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Weaver's Fear Pt. 1“Hey, Cousin!” Dreamweaver Hipnough, better known to the populace at the PCA as simply Weaver, stopped in her tracks as she heard the voice call out to her. A sigh escaped the Tapir’s lips, her yo-yo working furiously up and down out of a subconscious sense of obligation. It was the final day before spring break and she hoped to beat it home as quickly as possible so she could get out of her uniform and wear whatever she wanted for a solid two weeks. She also hoped to hook up with Ishtar later on to try those things out that her girlfriend had bought from the specialty store. Still, Weaver did love her young cousin and turned tWeaver's Fear Pt. 1
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Past and Present Personal“Vincent! Tessa!” the voice of Coach Michael Marceau, former Grand Champion and one of the most feared coaches at the PokeCombat Academy, boomed through the hallway that lead to the offices reserved for combat teachers. Students scrambled out of the way as he stormed through, a small bag in his hands, as no one wanted to get caught in his path of rampage. Some students stood their relative ground in an effort to show that they weren’t scared of the Mimic, though even they shifted just enough to stay out of his direct path. Marceau barely gave any of them a second glance as he pushed his way through the last set of doors and dowPast and Present Personal
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Another End, Another Beginning“So dat’s it den,” winter could be bitterly cold. Snow and fierce winds combined with gray clouds and a general lack of warmth made the winter miserable at times. For others it could be cold for different reasons. Sometimes it was because in winter, things came to an end rather people wanted them to or not.Another End, Another Beginning
“I’m sorry, Barry,” Tamara’s voice quivered slightly as she said it. She’d planned to do this for a couple of weeks now, and had to force herself to do it after Christmas. She wondered sometimes if that’d been the right thing to do or not given that he had to know something was goin
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