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[center][h1][color=D9E0F9]Tiffany Lyle[/color][/h1]
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Location: Outer Wall -> Mess Hall[/center]
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Tiffany shook her head. She had to get a grip. Now was not the time to break down over something silly. But still...she heard the voice. And she remembered that Meg said the same thing.

Were they all going nuts?

It wasn't hard to imagine, considering recent events, but she liked to think she had a solid grasp on her brain. This worried her. She glanced at Kristina as she talked. Perhaps talking about it would help, like she did with Meg. [color=D9E0F9]"I...this is going to sound crazy, but I heard a voice. It was Beatrice. She said that I would never fit in here. That I'm not really accepted here and it kind of brought back feelings that I've been having for a bit now. It just..hit me harder than I planned."[/color]

She was hungrier than ever. If there was ever one solace in life, it was usually food.