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[Feel free to overhear some badly-structured expletives coming from the direction of the lost and found.
There is a shivering, pirate-haired, not-boyish-tomboy kneeling in front of a jumbled pile of mismatched clothing; she holds up single garments to examine them for a second, then tosses them on a separate pile. Because if there's anything warmer in November than a scarf, it's a shirt.]
Oh, C'MON! Is there anything in here that isn't sticky?
((Intro post! Jump me hard, baby.))
There is a shivering, pirate-haired, not-boyish-tomboy kneeling in front of a jumbled pile of mismatched clothing; she holds up single garments to examine them for a second, then tosses them on a separate pile. Because if there's anything warmer in November than a scarf, it's a shirt.]
Oh, C'MON! Is there anything in here that isn't sticky?
((Intro post! Jump me hard, baby.))