Random.
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Yvenne clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth and tapped her pen that was embroidered with a feather on the parchment paper which was spotted with yellow and only a few shades of white that could be seen. Nothing, no creative idea could rush into her head like a throat-clogging flood and her hand just didn't seem to make scripture on the paper that would be legible to anyone. Huldrefolk was a certain type of topic that would but extremely advanced to persuade to the Fair Hills folk that they're nothing but whimsical creatures that need space, especially when most Fair Hills residents were extremely paranoid. She snapped out of her haze and wrote a sentence and scowled in discouragement as she read it a million times in her mind. She threw the paper out of her way in hopelessness and slumped down in her chair, watching the paper gradually float down to the ground as it was way high up. The wooden door swung open and the squished sounds of wet footwear and dripping of water made Yvenne flinch and look at the girl that was breathing heavily and intensity rose up into the air.
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