Prologue

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    "Hmm," Jake, an average sized, dark blonde-haired boy, said, sitting at a small desk with a piece of paper and a pen in front of him. "How should I tell her without alarming her too much?"
    "I don't know. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I know how to talk to this one," his twin sister, Jocelyn, who was a little taller than Jake but otherwise looked like him, replied.
    "I guess I'll start with her siblings, then leave the most alarming for last."
    "Whatever. I don't care. I'm just here to get it to her. But I see that in thirty minutes, all you've done it sit there and maybe pick up your pen once or twice. I'll come back in a little bit."
    "Wait, Jocelyn, I am almost finished. I just have to write a little more."
    "Fine. But you better hurry."
    "There. It's finished." Jake said, folding the paper, putting it in and envelope, and sealing it with a wax stamp. He handed the letter to Jocelyn and she hurriedly left the room.

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