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Jhudora on Illusen Day
Now of course, on Illusen Day, our favorite Earth faerie has a line out the door to visit with her, to go on quests for her, and to generally celebrate her and all that she has done for Neopia! But… what exactly does her rival, her most hated enemy, the dark faerie Jhudora do on Illusen Day? Well, I decided to pay her a visit and see what she had planned for the day.
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