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    Papermemories sat, the spirit who she'd come to call Tack sitting pleasantly beside her. The feline herself was rather upset, although the only sign of this was her eyes slightly narrowed. "So I told him that he needs to get away, just look at what you've done, and you know what he told me? He told me-"
    "That you should just go die and blah blah blah blah blah," she cut the ghostly entity off, irritation lacing her voice. Tack simply rolled his hues, disappearing with an angry flick of his tail. Pleased with now being left alone, Paper got to her white paws, stifling a yawn and looking around. It was a lazy day. One of the worst kinds of lazy. Like do-nothing-say-nothing-and-sleep kind of lazy.