Belchelda sat at her desk ruffling the drying, tear-stained parchment in angst. Murmurs from the party below beckoned her to return. With a sniff she regained her composure. She stood up from her chair and walked toward the door to return to the party. Just before she reached it, though, she shook the room with another violent belch. This time she ran straight to her bed to soak her pillow in tears.
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