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!~Insanity~! wrote:Shelbie sat on the small cot, reading her journal. The small leather bag was placed next to her, with a few random objects in it. She smiled softly, reading one of the entries she had written when she was younger. About Six or seven. "Mr.Jelly worries about me." She read softly, voice gentle and quiet. 'Mr.Jelly' was the first 'master' she had. His real name was Mr.Jenskin or something like that. She called him Mr.Jelly because he was fat, and wasn't very bright. She smiled softly at the writing on the pages. 'I'll be out of pages soon..' she thought calmly.



























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