"I painted Mog," she answered simply, before hiding her face in her teacup again. Not gonna cry. Nope. Not gonna. Another couple of itty sips and then she put it down. It didn't make any sense to her why it bothered her so much. She could still summon Mog, and it's not like she died like Grandpa.
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Date: 2009-12-16 08:52 pm (UTC)