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[Mia can be found early, early this morning sitting on her porch, feet propped up on one of the other porch chairs and absently staring at the street. There's a plate of sliced apples on the porch table that she's absently picking at, and a mug of something warm that smells faintly of coffee that she's not drinking. If you know her well enough, you'll see that she's sulking - as much as she allows herself to sulk, at least. Every so often she reaches up and rubs the large stone pendant at her neck.
When called upon, she'll smile and wave, though maybe not with as much energy as usual.]
When called upon, she'll smile and wave, though maybe not with as much energy as usual.]