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... ."

Poke poke-

Feeling something poke his nose once more, he opened his eyes, "What is it, mom?" and turned around, still half asleep.

Only to come face to face with a skeleton.

"Hi." the skeleton greeted him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

Looking at Magnus who rolled into the corner of a room, the skeleton shook her head and snapped her fingers.

A cozy bean bag appeared out of thin air, and she threw herself in it. "Yknow why you're here?"

"I.. ...

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