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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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[i]Newnan Mess Hall
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As she sat and waited with the others, eating the food provided for her, she contemplated a few things. What would happen to her here? The group seemed to have things in order. A laundry service? Air conditioning, which means they probably had a generator or something. She wondered what else. It seemed like a dream, but dreams were just that. After all, they just lost a few people in a trip to save them and help Franklin. Would that be how life is from now on? A constant struggle? It was better than the alternative, she supposed.

When one of the girls here asked if she needed anything, she began to shake her head, but stopped and started to nod, [color=D9E0F9]"Yeah, actually. I'm wondering about the two injured and sick we broguth with us, Ray and the small boy. Are they doing ok?"[/color]