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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 8:55 pm
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She wasn't there as often anymore, because somehow she was working part time, not full. Which was madness, far as America was concerned. What the heck had she been doing with the rest of her time?
Work was, honestly, a piece of respite, something to do and focus on that wasn't everything else. no guilt, no worry, no anything beyond the next table. There were reminders of course, she now had a ginger boss dad to go along with santa boss dad. New faces were around and every once in awhile she's catch the word magic in the air, and it was said in the same way someone might say gun. Real as anything and an easy way to get in argument.
But it was a bubble of peace all the same. Still, it was nice to Chel's face. It always was, but now there was the bonus of not just an experienced that had been shared, but an entire world that had been left behind. And so when she got the familiar question, the redhead brightened with unmistakable warmth and even a bit of relief.
"Only when I know you'll be around," the familiar reply, offered with a wink.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 8:33 pm
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"It's Miss Claus tonight," Americas purred flirtatiously.
It was, truly, a tank of a truck. And there were some spots of rust, but it was a solid beast, the sort of thing you can imagine still running well after World War 3 or a zombie apocalypse. Though, sadly, it takes for ******** ever for the heater to bring in anything other than fresh cold air.
"Alright, where should we start? The historical blocks? The McMansions? We should ******** carol at some of these places, maybe they'll give us candy or some s**t."
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 9:56 pm
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