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Are you a Mary Sue

Oh my this was funny... and yes I know, I am procrastinating on my stories... but I have writer's block. So, between the aol live journal which does not allow html coding, and my story board here; y'all are getting my boredom routine.


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Which Slytherin Mary Sue Are You?
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