Leah woke up yawning. She rolled out of her bed and checked the temperature in her room. A toasty 140 degrees Farenheit. Yawning some more, Leah moved over to one of the windows which overlooked a spectacular view of several roaring fires and tortured people. Another boring start to another nice, boring, predictable day in Hell.
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As usual, she went downstairs, sat down to a breakfast of Flaming Fruit O's, and said hello to her dog, Snapdragon. Snapdragon was doomed to a life of chasing after his own tail. What he did to deserve that is beyond me. Just then, Mr. Farfalagus ran past the window, being chased by a mob of spirits shooting him with little darts.
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"H-OW ello-EEK Le-OW! How are yOOOOOWWWW??" he screeched, jumping up in pain everytime a dart hit.
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"I'm pretty good, as good as you can get in a place where it's always 50 degrees above normal."
(That was Em
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AAAGGH!!! I just realized the title bears resemblence to...*shudder* My...Little...Pony... *twitches*
Somebody change that PLEASE.
Anyway, this is an idea that I stole from Kathryn. If you're one of the collaborators I'd love for you to add on to the story ^-^ I'm looking forward to seeing what you guys come up with. Muahaha.
(this is Kathryn) Okay, heart...that is not the best title ever....but at least it shares no resemblance to....wellllll....u know...
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I don't want this to die... 
