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CASTINGCURSES
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A home was something Castingcurses had been looking for her entire life and she hoped that maybe, here, she could find what she had been looking for. With that thought in mind, she stepped up to the border and cast a shifty gaze around before confidence kicked in and she stared across the border with meaning and intention, waiting for someone to discover her standing there about ready to freeze her tail off.
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