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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 5:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 7:29 pm
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She was indeed free and happy to meet up with him at a nearby park. Well, happy-ish. He was alive and the world was still intact and nobody else was dead, right? Probably. But if Shun had questions, they were probably important and likely not good news. But maybe they were simple, mundane questions. Maybe he needed to get someone a gift, or find out more about Florida, or ask about glyphs or updates on...well, whatever. It didn't have to be bad. It probably was but it didn't have to be.
So went the internal argument circling America's head as she approached the picnic table where he waited. Optimism was, in it's way, much the same as running for her. She tried to do it every day and even when when she was tired or hurt, it made her feel better, made the world easier to deal with and more approachable. It's something she'd worked at all her life, until it felt natural and looked even more so. But sometimes, despite all that, it was hard to keep up.
"Hey, Shun," she greeted him with a smile, adjusting the strap of her satchel. "How's the eye?"
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