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She's fine. I've even got my very own room. It's about the size of the room I had to share with those other girls, too! I replied with a grin, then immediately got depressed as Mrs Gran came in. Or, as we 'fondly' referred to her as, The Groan. She was almost as bad as the dragon. Except, she was a tad bit better. Her main problem--When she wasn't babying us because we were orphans, she was torturing us with questions we don't know the answer to because she hasn't even taught us the stuff yet.
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