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Axelle continued to look at him seriously, though she hadn’t a slight clue of what he was talking about. Her brain was fuzzy, it probably had cloud in it, and she was too preoccupied at the moment to even worry. She looked away from him and glared at the sparkling tree. She was mad at it for making her fall. She suddenly jumped up from the ground and kicked its bark, not really noticing the pain surging through her foot. She limped away and stopped at a clearing. Where did the rock go? She lost it.
Axelle looked around herself. Still no rock. What the hell… She was starting to get frustrated when all of a sudden she yelled with joy, “Yay!” She found it. Axelle pranced over to it happily, but hesitated in touching it. She slowly approached it with one finger, and squeezing her eyes shut- she touched it. She rubbed her finger back and forth on its furry surface, and realized it didn’t feel furry at all. Then she touched her own arm knowing it already was furry, and then touched the rock again. Not the same. Her happy face fell, and she slowly got up and turned back to J’adore. You’d probably die anyway. No. You’d die. A big smile stretched across her face and she ran toward J’adore and attempted to tackle his Secui self.
Raaaahhh!!!
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