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[Deep within the archives of St. Pomodoro's École pour Coquines Filles an unlikely pair of friends(?) comb through piles of papers and boxes of books in search of something that might grant one of the girls her long sought after freedom]
We've been at it now for a couple of hours and you still haven't told me what we're looking for.
>Blackmail information, obviously. A list of the mother superior's sexual conquests, evidence of child sacrifice, Sister Gouine's tuna fish pie recipe, there has to be SOMETHING here that will get me out of this hellhole
What's wrong with St. Pomodoro's? And didn't the sisters say you could leave as soon as you past your Scholar's Heuristic Illocution Test?
>Fuck off Lottie, I'm not taking a S.H.I.T. And you KNOW why I have to get out of here
To be honest I spend most of my day tuning you out.
>While I'm languishing in this prison poor Amy's out there being brutalized by vicious thugs like Sola and taken advantage of by myopic minge munchers like.. like that ugly SLUT whose name will not pass through my perfectly shaped lips
Colby Jefferson, right? If you hate her so much then what's with all the dolls?
>Those "dolls" happen to be exact reproductions of Co- of HER done in 1/64 scale. They're the perfect means of gathering intelligence
Uh huh, why do you keep taking their clothes off?
