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No, it's fine. I agree with that reasoning.
I hope I ended in an okay spot! I didn't want to control too much.
It was a clear, quiet night just on the cusp of spring and a slight chill hung in the air as a pair of young women walked along a deserted street. The time was near three in the morning, and the moon and stars still hung brightly in the sky. Everything about the scene was perfect but Sonny Dale got the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She could feel it beneath her skin, down to her bones and although she wouldn't announce it to Vee, her best friend, she wanted to turn back and call it a night. They were slightly tipsy, a little giggly as they continued to walk, their steps quiet on the uneven concrete sidewalk below. It was coming up quick--that old, abandoned house in the neighborhood that most of the kids told stories about, and everyone claimed to know someone who had lost a baseball in the backyard and never came back. Sonny thought she was too old for ghost stories, but there was a distinct prickling on the back of her neck to remind her that fear was real.
"This isn't going to work," the raven-haired girl chided with a laugh to her blonde beside her. "I don't what flea market you got that piece of shit from, but you might as well use it as a cutting board."
That piece of shit, as Sonny had so eloquently put it, just happened to be a Ouija board. Vee Daniels had brought it over earlier that afternoon, excited as ever about what a great find she'd come across. The woman who sold it to her claimed that it was over one hundred years old and cursed with restless spirits. Being somewhat of a skeptic, but still one to err on the side of caution, Sonny agreed to help Vee test the legitimacy, just not in her own apartment. Thus, the trip to the scariest house in the old neighborhood after a few beers at a dive bar up the street.
Vee, with her porcelain skin and red-painted lips scoffed in disagreement. "Where is your imagination?" she asked. "We could have the ghost of Jimi Hendrix in this thing, and you're already trying to say it's not real."
Snorting, Sonny shook her head and swept her black hair away from her face. "If Hendrix is in there, I'll pay off your tab at every bar for the next month."
"Deal," Vee chirped, grinning from ear to ear.
Soon, the two came to the steps of the house. The windows were boarded up, the porch lights were busted out and the door had almost completely fallen off of its hinges, but they still managed to get inside. The air was filled with dust and hung in a humid cloud all around them. Sonny pulled out her cell phone and swiped at the screen, casting just enough light to walk without falling to a room up the stairs.
What used to be a bedroom was now just an empty shell filled with the same amount of dust as the rest of the place. Sonny frowned as she batted at a cobweb, not wanting it to get stuck in her hair. She turned to Vee, still using her cell phone as a makeshift flash light. "Let's get on with it."
The other girl had brought a bag with them filled with candles, matches, one old pearl necklace and the Ouija board itself. Together, they lit the candles one by one and placed them in a semi-circle, and then laid the supposedly cursed board down beneath soft lights. On the dusty floor, the friends took a seat and Sonny crossed her legs Indian-style after rubbing her palms on the legs of her black pants. "This place is filthy," she complained with a grimace, only to be met with a shush from Vee as she placed her necklace at the top of the board.
"Now you go," the blonde instructed, acting as though Sonny was supposed to just know how these types of rituals worked.
"Go...where?"
"Something personal," Vee went on to explain. "The lady told me that we needed something personal for the spirits to connect with us."
Rolling her eyes, Sonny shook her head. "I don't have anything. Sorry." It was sort of a lie, but it was mostly because she was starting to get a bit anxious over the sudden seriousness that her best friend was exhibiting.
The other girl shrugged and dug around in her pocket before producing a small knife. "You can use your blood," she said casually.
"Are you out of your mind!?" Sonny moved to get up, but Vee took hold of her wrist and pulled her back down. She wasn't sure what made her go along with it, but she took the knife from her friend and sliced a shallow cut into her hand until the skin pooled with enough blood to wipe on the board. This was crazy, probably the most insane thing that she had ever done, but part of Sonny still believed that nothing would happen, and that Vee had just been swindled into buying a board game.
Taking a deep breath, Sonny placed her fingers on the pointer along with Vee and looked to the other girl for some sort of direction. The bad feeling that had been sitting in her stomach since the walk over intensified, but Sonny told herself that this wasn't real. It was a game marketed toward kids, and there was nothing scary about that.
"Is there anyone here with us right now?" Vee asked. The only response were the flickering candle lights and the silence around them. "Would anyone like to talk with us?" she tried again, "we want to talk with you."
Before her eyes, the pointed moved toward the yes position and it was all Sonny could do to not yank her hands back. Skeptical as she was, she came from a long line of superstition, and she had watched enough horror movies in her life to know that this was the part where things went horribly wrong. What a mistake it had been to cut her hand for Vee when all the other girl had offered was a necklace.
"Hello," Vee went on, her voice shaking with excitement, "are you male or female?"
The pointer began to move again, slowly spelling out female for them. Vee gasped, bouncing where she sat on dust-covered floor. "Will you show yourself?" she asked.
Sonny shot her a look, thinking that was a horrible idea. There was no answer from the board, but the temperature in the room was suddenly very cold and all movement seemed to cease as the flame in the candles stood stark still. With her fingers still on the pointer, Sonny looked around, waiting for something to happen, for everything to go wrong.
"Vee..." she whispered, "we should stop." Her suggestion was ignored as Vee once again asked the spirit to show itself, this time with much more vigor and excitement.
"Come on!" the blonde shouted, flat out taunting the thing, "show yourself!"
"This isn't going to work," the raven-haired girl chided with a laugh to her blonde beside her. "I don't what flea market you got that piece of shit from, but you might as well use it as a cutting board."
That piece of shit, as Sonny had so eloquently put it, just happened to be a Ouija board. Vee Daniels had brought it over earlier that afternoon, excited as ever about what a great find she'd come across. The woman who sold it to her claimed that it was over one hundred years old and cursed with restless spirits. Being somewhat of a skeptic, but still one to err on the side of caution, Sonny agreed to help Vee test the legitimacy, just not in her own apartment. Thus, the trip to the scariest house in the old neighborhood after a few beers at a dive bar up the street.
Vee, with her porcelain skin and red-painted lips scoffed in disagreement. "Where is your imagination?" she asked. "We could have the ghost of Jimi Hendrix in this thing, and you're already trying to say it's not real."
Snorting, Sonny shook her head and swept her black hair away from her face. "If Hendrix is in there, I'll pay off your tab at every bar for the next month."
"Deal," Vee chirped, grinning from ear to ear.
Soon, the two came to the steps of the house. The windows were boarded up, the porch lights were busted out and the door had almost completely fallen off of its hinges, but they still managed to get inside. The air was filled with dust and hung in a humid cloud all around them. Sonny pulled out her cell phone and swiped at the screen, casting just enough light to walk without falling to a room up the stairs.
What used to be a bedroom was now just an empty shell filled with the same amount of dust as the rest of the place. Sonny frowned as she batted at a cobweb, not wanting it to get stuck in her hair. She turned to Vee, still using her cell phone as a makeshift flash light. "Let's get on with it."
The other girl had brought a bag with them filled with candles, matches, one old pearl necklace and the Ouija board itself. Together, they lit the candles one by one and placed them in a semi-circle, and then laid the supposedly cursed board down beneath soft lights. On the dusty floor, the friends took a seat and Sonny crossed her legs Indian-style after rubbing her palms on the legs of her black pants. "This place is filthy," she complained with a grimace, only to be met with a shush from Vee as she placed her necklace at the top of the board.
"Now you go," the blonde instructed, acting as though Sonny was supposed to just know how these types of rituals worked.
"Go...where?"
"Something personal," Vee went on to explain. "The lady told me that we needed something personal for the spirits to connect with us."
Rolling her eyes, Sonny shook her head. "I don't have anything. Sorry." It was sort of a lie, but it was mostly because she was starting to get a bit anxious over the sudden seriousness that her best friend was exhibiting.
The other girl shrugged and dug around in her pocket before producing a small knife. "You can use your blood," she said casually.
"Are you out of your mind!?" Sonny moved to get up, but Vee took hold of her wrist and pulled her back down. She wasn't sure what made her go along with it, but she took the knife from her friend and sliced a shallow cut into her hand until the skin pooled with enough blood to wipe on the board. This was crazy, probably the most insane thing that she had ever done, but part of Sonny still believed that nothing would happen, and that Vee had just been swindled into buying a board game.
Taking a deep breath, Sonny placed her fingers on the pointer along with Vee and looked to the other girl for some sort of direction. The bad feeling that had been sitting in her stomach since the walk over intensified, but Sonny told herself that this wasn't real. It was a game marketed toward kids, and there was nothing scary about that.
"Is there anyone here with us right now?" Vee asked. The only response were the flickering candle lights and the silence around them. "Would anyone like to talk with us?" she tried again, "we want to talk with you."
Before her eyes, the pointed moved toward the yes position and it was all Sonny could do to not yank her hands back. Skeptical as she was, she came from a long line of superstition, and she had watched enough horror movies in her life to know that this was the part where things went horribly wrong. What a mistake it had been to cut her hand for Vee when all the other girl had offered was a necklace.
"Hello," Vee went on, her voice shaking with excitement, "are you male or female?"
The pointer began to move again, slowly spelling out female for them. Vee gasped, bouncing where she sat on dust-covered floor. "Will you show yourself?" she asked.
Sonny shot her a look, thinking that was a horrible idea. There was no answer from the board, but the temperature in the room was suddenly very cold and all movement seemed to cease as the flame in the candles stood stark still. With her fingers still on the pointer, Sonny looked around, waiting for something to happen, for everything to go wrong.
"Vee..." she whispered, "we should stop." Her suggestion was ignored as Vee once again asked the spirit to show itself, this time with much more vigor and excitement.
"Come on!" the blonde shouted, flat out taunting the thing, "show yourself!"
Life after the accident was frustrating, but that was mostly because Erin couldn't stop thinking about it. Not a day went by where she hadn't blamed herself for everything, and often wondered if she had just given into her mother's nagging, and bought a new car, that day's incidents could have been avoided. Still, the young brunette was haunted by her last conversation with the older woman, where she did nothing but assure her mother that the car was safe, that nothing was going to happen to her. It was sick the way the world worked sometimes, and Erin was quick to become overwhelmed by the desire to turn back the clock or wish for another chance.
No matter the temperature, Erin's head always drove her outdoors. It was the only place that she could really relax whether it be a simple walk around the property, or a hard run through the nature trail. Secretly, she felt like if she always moved, her own thoughts wouldn't catch up to her, and if she could outrun them for the next fifty years, maybe she could make something of herself. In the back of her mind, the girl was aware of how ridiculous that was, but acknowledging discomfort hadn't been her thing for the last six months.
The hallway was quiet, and Erin pulled the sleeves of her jacket over her hands, sticking them into her pockets as she walked toward the elevator. For a few fleeting moments, all Erin could hear was the sound of her own footfalls muffled against the expensive carpet, but that was soon interrupted by a barrage of unexpected shouting. Turning, Erin looked over her shoulder to see a tall man striding toward her and looking very cross. It was as though he had come out of nowhere because she hadn't even noticed him in the hallway and normally, she did her best to be polite to the neighbors.
"Your apartment?" she asked slowly, her confusion clear in her tone and expression. "I live here." Looking the man up and down, Erin could tell that he wasn't some homeless person who had slipped past the doorman, and her next guess was that he was some posh, club kid who had family in the building, and was possibly confused about where his home actually was.
Tugging at her sleeves again, Erin balled her hands around the fabric and stuck them back into her pockets. "So, uh," she stalled, feeling awkward as ever, "hope you find where you need to be?" She scooted her way toward the elevator, intending on getting away from this stranger with the charmingly disheveled hair and smart vest.
No matter the temperature, Erin's head always drove her outdoors. It was the only place that she could really relax whether it be a simple walk around the property, or a hard run through the nature trail. Secretly, she felt like if she always moved, her own thoughts wouldn't catch up to her, and if she could outrun them for the next fifty years, maybe she could make something of herself. In the back of her mind, the girl was aware of how ridiculous that was, but acknowledging discomfort hadn't been her thing for the last six months.
The hallway was quiet, and Erin pulled the sleeves of her jacket over her hands, sticking them into her pockets as she walked toward the elevator. For a few fleeting moments, all Erin could hear was the sound of her own footfalls muffled against the expensive carpet, but that was soon interrupted by a barrage of unexpected shouting. Turning, Erin looked over her shoulder to see a tall man striding toward her and looking very cross. It was as though he had come out of nowhere because she hadn't even noticed him in the hallway and normally, she did her best to be polite to the neighbors.
"Your apartment?" she asked slowly, her confusion clear in her tone and expression. "I live here." Looking the man up and down, Erin could tell that he wasn't some homeless person who had slipped past the doorman, and her next guess was that he was some posh, club kid who had family in the building, and was possibly confused about where his home actually was.
Tugging at her sleeves again, Erin balled her hands around the fabric and stuck them back into her pockets. "So, uh," she stalled, feeling awkward as ever, "hope you find where you need to be?" She scooted her way toward the elevator, intending on getting away from this stranger with the charmingly disheveled hair and smart vest.
Name: Sonny Dale
Age: 23
Nope, that's totally fine. I was a little worried that I ended my post in a way that Reg wouldn't have a real way to come in.
Bumpingg!
Lots of stuff still available :3
Lots of stuff still available :3
I felt like she thought it was her duty to stay with him and she's probably a little nervous about him after her mom died.
And no worries. I'm working on stripping wallpaper out of my bathroom today, so take all the time you need.
And no worries. I'm working on stripping wallpaper out of my bathroom today, so take all the time you need.
Character sheets and other details to come :3
It was hot, the kind of hot that could have easily been satisfied with blasting the AC, but Erin Dearden's car was a piece of junk and there hadn't been cold air blowing through those vents in at least three years. It wasn't that she minded all that much, as the bright, young girl had always been the type to roll the windows down and appreciate the feeling of the wind in her hair. Passengers, however, mainly her mother, weren't so easily appeased. It was a shame, too, because the trip could have been made much more pleasent if the older woman would have just been a little more simple.
"Erin," said Heather, getting the attention of her daughter with a tone that implied she was nearly drowning in the passenger seat, "when are you going to get this thing fixed?"
Glancing away from the sprawling, white line-streaked highway, the twenty-one year offered little more than a flighty shrug of her thin shoulders. "Dunno," she added, eyes flickering back to the road, "maybe never. Who knows?"
Next to her, the older woman sighed and began to root around in the glove compartment for something to fan herself with. She would get lucky and find herself a course listing that Erin had forgotten about since freshman year at college. If she were being honest, she thought her mother was a bit dramatic, because she herself didn't even think the weather was that bad, and as summer wore on, it had the potential to get much, much warmer.
"This car was ancient when we bought it for you," Heather remarked, patting her hand against the faded armrest as if to prove a point. "I wish you'd just get something new. Something safe."
It wasn't as though Erin hadn't thought about a better, newer and more efficient car, but she really just liked the Camry, even if it was '95. She still remembered the day her dad had brought it home for her, how her mom had woken her up the Saturday after getting her license and lead her downstairs to find the black car parked in the driveway. It was a magical gift for any sixteen year old, and she had treated it well ever since. Maybe Erin was overly sentimental, but she just wasn't ready to give it up yet. Plus, it still got her from point A to point B without incident, and that was the important part.
Shaking her head at her mother, Erin's long, brown tresses came loose from behind her ear, "it's fine," she insisted, tucking away the stray strands once more. "You don't have to worry."
The pair continued on down the highway, making good time on their way to the good mall in the city. They had been long overdue for a shopping trip and a day together. Erin had been so busy with school at the end of the semester, and now finals were over and classes were done for the summer, she was eager to play catch up with her family and friends. She was looking forward to those familiar faces and longed to have the perfect summer, something to hold her over once fall came around.
Erin continued to drive and talk to her mother, laughing and joking, and catching up on gossip in the meantime. Before she knew it, traffic seemed to catch up to her, and she was forced into the left lane with cars to her other side and the guardrail to the other. From the back of her throat came a displeased noise as she shifted in her seat, her brown eyes shifting from mirror to mirror as she looked for a way out.
It was only a few seconds, just a quick glance around, but Erin hadn't even had time to see the semi crash ahead of her, and she heard the screeching of tires and the crunching sound of metal on metal before she actually saw the wreck. Everything was in slow motion after that as her car crashed into the pick up in front of her. Even the pain was slow, albeit, intrusive and sudden and the way that her chest hit the steering wheel was something the young girl didn't think she would ever forget. There was the sickening sound of glass breaking all around her, people screaming and the sudden jolt of being hit from behind. The metal body of the Camry was crushed up so small that the backseat was nearly in front.
There was blood coming from somewhere, and Erin's lungs felt like they were being cut apart with every breath she took, but at least she was alive. Slumped over the steering wheel, and barely conscious, Erin turned her head to the passenger seat, ready to ask her mother if she was okay.
"Mom?" she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper as she looked at the empty seat. A look of horror flashed through her eyes as they moved over to the person-sized hole in the windshield and Erin thought she was going to be sick as she realized what had happened. "Mom!" she screamed, only this time in anguish and regret. The car wasn't safe, her mother obviously had every reason to worry.
The rest of that day was blackness littered with flashes of information, clues that helped Erin to know that she was being rescued, taken to the hospital. Her father had come as soon as he heard; he was a mess, but happy that she was alive. The guilt that sat like a stone in Erin's stomach couldn't say the same.
After that, it was a long four months in the hospital filled with tasteless food, that sterile smell, different surgeries and physical therapy to restore some sort of quality to her life. On the day of her release, Erin left the hospital with pins holding part of her femur together, and scars on her body that would always remind her of that day--she was a survivor, but she still didn't know why.
Coming home was strange for Erin. The house looked the same on the outside and the inside, but it was obvious that something was missing. The walls used to echo with the sound of her mother's laughter and voice, and now, they were just cold and silent. It wasn't just Erin who felt this way, either and her father, John, felt that it was best to move. It was a bittersweet decision, and the brown-eyed girl felt as though he was just running from the grief he'd yet to face. Although, Erin was unable to fault the man, as she hadn't truly accepted her mother's death either. They were two sides of the same, sad, coin.
After a more than generous settlement with the trucking company whose driver had caused the accident in the first place, Erin and John moved a few towns away and settled into a luxury apartment. It was new and different for Erin, especially when she was used to an average life at best. Now, the two of them wanted for nothing, but the money did nothing to heal father or daughter, and these walls were just as empty and cold as her childhood home had become.
The weather was starting to get cold enough for a real jacket, and Erin tossed hers on the couch in the living room after coming home with groceries one afternoon. "I got that pasta you like," she mentioned cheerily, giving her father's head a kiss as she passed him with the bags and entered the kitchen. "You know, the fresh stuff," she called as she began to put jars and packages into their respective places on shelves.
"And the sauce?" the older man asked, a weathered smile on his still handsome face as he too entered the kitchen to help his daughter.
"It's..." she paused, sifting through the paper bags until she found a glass jar full of red sauce, organic and everything, "right here." Erin handed it over with a smile and talked quietly with her dad while they put away the rest of the groceries.
The two tried to make the best of their situation, and still reminded each other that they were loved and they could get through this together. It was different, and it was hard, but Erin believed that one day she would feel normal again, and that one day, her dad might meet someone new. Through all that happened, she still wasn't one to give up hope.
It was times like this, when there was so much going on in her mind, that a walk alone really helped. "Hey, I'll be back in a bit," she announced, donning her black jacket once more before leaving the apartment. There was a nice pond in the center of the property, and Erin hoped a few times around it would cure what was ailing her for the moment.
"Erin," said Heather, getting the attention of her daughter with a tone that implied she was nearly drowning in the passenger seat, "when are you going to get this thing fixed?"
Glancing away from the sprawling, white line-streaked highway, the twenty-one year offered little more than a flighty shrug of her thin shoulders. "Dunno," she added, eyes flickering back to the road, "maybe never. Who knows?"
Next to her, the older woman sighed and began to root around in the glove compartment for something to fan herself with. She would get lucky and find herself a course listing that Erin had forgotten about since freshman year at college. If she were being honest, she thought her mother was a bit dramatic, because she herself didn't even think the weather was that bad, and as summer wore on, it had the potential to get much, much warmer.
"This car was ancient when we bought it for you," Heather remarked, patting her hand against the faded armrest as if to prove a point. "I wish you'd just get something new. Something safe."
It wasn't as though Erin hadn't thought about a better, newer and more efficient car, but she really just liked the Camry, even if it was '95. She still remembered the day her dad had brought it home for her, how her mom had woken her up the Saturday after getting her license and lead her downstairs to find the black car parked in the driveway. It was a magical gift for any sixteen year old, and she had treated it well ever since. Maybe Erin was overly sentimental, but she just wasn't ready to give it up yet. Plus, it still got her from point A to point B without incident, and that was the important part.
Shaking her head at her mother, Erin's long, brown tresses came loose from behind her ear, "it's fine," she insisted, tucking away the stray strands once more. "You don't have to worry."
The pair continued on down the highway, making good time on their way to the good mall in the city. They had been long overdue for a shopping trip and a day together. Erin had been so busy with school at the end of the semester, and now finals were over and classes were done for the summer, she was eager to play catch up with her family and friends. She was looking forward to those familiar faces and longed to have the perfect summer, something to hold her over once fall came around.
Erin continued to drive and talk to her mother, laughing and joking, and catching up on gossip in the meantime. Before she knew it, traffic seemed to catch up to her, and she was forced into the left lane with cars to her other side and the guardrail to the other. From the back of her throat came a displeased noise as she shifted in her seat, her brown eyes shifting from mirror to mirror as she looked for a way out.
It was only a few seconds, just a quick glance around, but Erin hadn't even had time to see the semi crash ahead of her, and she heard the screeching of tires and the crunching sound of metal on metal before she actually saw the wreck. Everything was in slow motion after that as her car crashed into the pick up in front of her. Even the pain was slow, albeit, intrusive and sudden and the way that her chest hit the steering wheel was something the young girl didn't think she would ever forget. There was the sickening sound of glass breaking all around her, people screaming and the sudden jolt of being hit from behind. The metal body of the Camry was crushed up so small that the backseat was nearly in front.
There was blood coming from somewhere, and Erin's lungs felt like they were being cut apart with every breath she took, but at least she was alive. Slumped over the steering wheel, and barely conscious, Erin turned her head to the passenger seat, ready to ask her mother if she was okay.
"Mom?" she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper as she looked at the empty seat. A look of horror flashed through her eyes as they moved over to the person-sized hole in the windshield and Erin thought she was going to be sick as she realized what had happened. "Mom!" she screamed, only this time in anguish and regret. The car wasn't safe, her mother obviously had every reason to worry.
The rest of that day was blackness littered with flashes of information, clues that helped Erin to know that she was being rescued, taken to the hospital. Her father had come as soon as he heard; he was a mess, but happy that she was alive. The guilt that sat like a stone in Erin's stomach couldn't say the same.
After that, it was a long four months in the hospital filled with tasteless food, that sterile smell, different surgeries and physical therapy to restore some sort of quality to her life. On the day of her release, Erin left the hospital with pins holding part of her femur together, and scars on her body that would always remind her of that day--she was a survivor, but she still didn't know why.
Coming home was strange for Erin. The house looked the same on the outside and the inside, but it was obvious that something was missing. The walls used to echo with the sound of her mother's laughter and voice, and now, they were just cold and silent. It wasn't just Erin who felt this way, either and her father, John, felt that it was best to move. It was a bittersweet decision, and the brown-eyed girl felt as though he was just running from the grief he'd yet to face. Although, Erin was unable to fault the man, as she hadn't truly accepted her mother's death either. They were two sides of the same, sad, coin.
After a more than generous settlement with the trucking company whose driver had caused the accident in the first place, Erin and John moved a few towns away and settled into a luxury apartment. It was new and different for Erin, especially when she was used to an average life at best. Now, the two of them wanted for nothing, but the money did nothing to heal father or daughter, and these walls were just as empty and cold as her childhood home had become.
The weather was starting to get cold enough for a real jacket, and Erin tossed hers on the couch in the living room after coming home with groceries one afternoon. "I got that pasta you like," she mentioned cheerily, giving her father's head a kiss as she passed him with the bags and entered the kitchen. "You know, the fresh stuff," she called as she began to put jars and packages into their respective places on shelves.
"And the sauce?" the older man asked, a weathered smile on his still handsome face as he too entered the kitchen to help his daughter.
"It's..." she paused, sifting through the paper bags until she found a glass jar full of red sauce, organic and everything, "right here." Erin handed it over with a smile and talked quietly with her dad while they put away the rest of the groceries.
The two tried to make the best of their situation, and still reminded each other that they were loved and they could get through this together. It was different, and it was hard, but Erin believed that one day she would feel normal again, and that one day, her dad might meet someone new. Through all that happened, she still wasn't one to give up hope.
It was times like this, when there was so much going on in her mind, that a walk alone really helped. "Hey, I'll be back in a bit," she announced, donning her black jacket once more before leaving the apartment. There was a nice pond in the center of the property, and Erin hoped a few times around it would cure what was ailing her for the moment.
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