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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 8:34 pm
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Not only is it the prettiest camper at the campground, but pretty much the only one, sitting on one end by itself, small against the natural scenery and very, very alone. Mr. Bitterberry flies over to greet Shun first, and then the little door is opening, and America steps out. She's maybe a bit more tired looking than usual. Maybe a bit older around the eyes and younger at the shoulders. There's a new weight for them all the bear, after all.
"Hey, it's just about ready."
It was a particularly fragrant pot of red beans and rice. Simple comfort fare, perfect for a chilly day.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 11:15 am
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"Nothing to apologize about," America murmured, "everyone there was a volunteer, right? You n'Jer..." she sighed, "you guys have had a lot of responsibility 'bout dealing with things. You're cops and magic, and it's like you guys pulled a double duty for...well, forever, maybe. Still do. I don't mind taking my piece of responsibility for all this, so don't feel sorry when you already got so much to watch over."
She goes quiet for a bit, eating her lunch and turning that over.
"Do you...do you know anything about her...here? Like her life? If there's a murder case, she was a person here, right?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 9:07 pm
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"Unless," she sighed, "it's like those three in '69 you mentioned. There but not really." There's a pause, and then, not looking up from her drink, she went on, "I'm kinda worried about that. If maybe the principal thing like...what if me existing, my past or realness or whatever, is part of the cost. What if there's someone like Algernon over there, who sees me and is like she wasn't here last week, everybody says they know her, but she didn't exist on Tuesday.. S'why I haven't tried calling my family or anything. Have you talked to yours?"
She slouched down uncharacteristically in her seat, eyes finally venturing to take in his expression.
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