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[Tiffany is looking at a box in her lap. She got it in the mail and she is opening it with some nervousness.
She knows what it is. It's her box of keepsakes. The one she'd brought with her from her home when she was travelling away to live with other witches. All of the things that were valuable in some way to her, and only her.
She can be found in the room, just going through the contents. Trying not to let her homesickness get the better of her.]
She knows what it is. It's her box of keepsakes. The one she'd brought with her from her home when she was travelling away to live with other witches. All of the things that were valuable in some way to her, and only her.
She can be found in the room, just going through the contents. Trying not to let her homesickness get the better of her.]
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