G. Strings: The Living, Walking, Breathing, Potato.

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Ayyyy...

The genius behind Gemini here, with an apology.

I haven't gotten the next chapter out for various reasons:

.Google won't save it

.Family Issues

.School has started

.Me being a potato.

So, to apologize, I whipped up this story based on a conversation between Me and Nolen. Enjoy~!

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Gemini looked through the pages of journal 4, searching for various ways to pass time and to avoid dinner, which was Leak Soup. Sitting next to her during this time was Nolen, happily humming a song made out of her pure imagination, and brushing her hair.

I would like to note at this time; Gemini took the bed which had contained the most spiders, mainly so she doesn't have to deal with the screams of the girls whom would literally become Bloody Mary if they even glanced at a spider... Nolen for an example.

So, as you could imagine, when Nolen saw a Daddy Long Leg crawl on the bedpost, she freaked out.

"AHHHHH! GEMINI, KILL IT! KILL IT!" Nolen screamed.

"Relax Nolen, it's just a spider. It won't hurt you." Gemini calmly responded, looking up from her book.

"NO!" Nolen Hit the spider with her hair brush, blood and spider guts covering it. "ewwwww...." she began whipping the guts on Gemini's shirt.

"Really?" Gemini raised brow.

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