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How cynical would it be to try and think who is a plain ordo and try to lynch her/him toDay throwing the ball back to the wolves for the Night hoping they would get one of our gifteds?
Well, I need to decide on that pretty soon as my bedtime is approaching as well.
Where is everyone?
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
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