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Jan 23, 2005 23:15

::is taking advantage of the Fen Domar appreciation for cleanliness, cajoled guard into stopping by a small spring on way back from work interrogation detail::

::no real point, can't seem to scrub them from skin, but still-five minutes of something resembling relaxation::

::ducks to pull herbal substitute for soap off nearby stone, casting wary look over shoulder at rustle in foliage::

::always half expects to see Shel lingering within sight::

::takes in deep breath, rubbing skin in soothing circular motions and staring up at tri-moonlit sky::

::tries to relax::
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