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[INDENT][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=8E75B2][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=#BFD7D7][I]Rushford, Ohio -- O'Neal Family Tavern[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=#BFD7D7][I]May 15th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub]
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[color=gray][color=8E75B2]“Jenn's fine.”[/color] The blonde-haired woman responded, not paying attention to the man’s nerves.

His question was an odd one, but she supposed with everything going on with him he needed to take his mind off of the chaos. Not everyone had her… particular issues. It was something her therapist liked to remind her in their meetings.

Whispering Springs held good memories for Jenn, though she would be lying if she said it was a time in her life that was good. Her parents were still together back then, sure, but it was on the downslope. Between the drinking and the fights, she didn’t like thinking about it much. She had met many friends at camp back in those years and it helped serve as a getaway from what was going on at home, though that was probably why her parents sent her there in the first place—to put something else in her mind and try to create the illusion of a stable household. It didn’t work. But still, she enjoyed the vacation. It was the closest thing she got to one as a kid.

Her hands moved through the cabinets underneath the bar, moving things aside she didn't need such as glasses and mixing kits.

[color=8E75B2]“Don’t remember many fliers.”[/color] She remarked, [color=8E75B2]“But, yeah, it was fun, I guess. There was canoeing, hiking, everything horror movies tell you. Except, you know, no crazy murderers looking to kill us.”[/color]

It was a weird joke. Why’d she make it?

She shrugged the thought off as she placed a bottle of vodka in her backpack. 







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