I hate doing this - O, Enderglow is dead - I hate my life

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=2px; font-size: 7pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 290px; color:white]Daisypaw almost flew over, standing up next to Swanpaw, head bowed. "I g-g-guess we could.. Um....." Thoughts flew through her head, but she didn't know the answer yet -- Strawberrymoon hadn't even taught her yet. "She is free to come and express her f-feelings with the medical t-t-t-eam.."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px; color: white]"T-Thyme perhaps...To help calm her down...." She trailed off, pondering deep in thought. She acknowledged Daisypaw with a polite nod, but sadness were seen in her eyes.

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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]"Myst, I give you my deepest condolences." Indiana Jones meowed solemnly, and gently.