Dear me,
I hope you haven't changed your name to something long like all the people above you otherwise I'll probably forget it all and never remember what my real name ever was!
Me!
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With a bang that startled Saundra so much that she droped the violen, the door burst open. In came Sirena. She tried to call out. She tried to say, Sirena, Im dead. Don't go downstairs, sweetie. You don't need to see that. But Sirena couldn’t hear her. The violen hit the floor, and melted into it.
“Gram?” Sirena called.
Saundra may went over to her and touched her cheek. She had been wanting to do that for a long time, but seven was too old for that kind of stuff.
She strapped a spoon into the scabbards bound to her wrists and ankles. From the box on the windowsill, my mistress selected six more spoons, their bladed tips polished, and gleaming. These she put in the small, chain mail pouch on her hip, where I would ride.
I dressed myself in the water-repellant suit my mistress had bought for me with her own hard-earned money. She was so generous.
“We should probably go, about now, if we want to see what’s going on.”
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