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Letting go of Brit it all went to hell so fast, butterflies flying and more people bursting in, the flower shop felt like a concert. Everyone was vying for the stage, and the spotlight but this hot and sweaty beam of light landed on two characters. Kali and Devola had their own challenges, plights, and obstacles to overcome. The group felt fragmented, more divided than it should be even when it felt like everyone should be together they were just further apart. As the wall of butterflies came from Auri's staff Eve took the chance to exit silently and quickly.

It was like a world ablaze, Devola had dropped off and everyone went their own way. This fight with the Father had barely begun, but it became clear that the next step was to hit up the strip club. So that's what she did, making her way to the bus stop she wanted for the St. Portwell Transit Service to roll by. A big red bus, a fun bus one that gave you a warm feeling in this port-tourist town. She stepped on, paying her fare with some dollar bills the doors closed and whisked her away. They would all find their way, how many would turn up in one piece was a different question.

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