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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 5:10 pm
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She needed to tie up loose ends, and it felt like there were so many. New year coming, new her - wasn't that how resolutions went? Temperance was going to organize her life from the bottom up and she wasn't going to wait until January 1st. No, she needed to contact Sunny to make sure they didn't spill stuff to Liam. Temperance had decided that Liam didn't need to ever know she was the tree, and didn't need to know she was a principal, even if he already though she was. She'd seen what had happened to the others - well, heard about two of them, witnessed one. She rubbed her hands together.
But how did she contact Sunny? A phone-book, and risk it getting intercepted by Liam? Or just think really hard and hope Sunny popped out of her dresser drawer? Temperance sat on the edge of her bed, eyebrows creased in thought for several minutes. Then she laughed, deciding she was being silly. Maybe she could try to swing by tomorrow after clinicals.
She flopped back, staring at her ceiling. Sunny should just pop out like Mufasa in the clouds. If only.
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