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[brokenclover]

[As spring draws near, the weather has taken a slight turn for the better. It's warmish and the sun is poking through the gray clouds that hang in the sky. As if in response, the plants have started to sprout leaves and even some flowers, bringing a bit of color back to camp

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[putyaswordson]

...

[brokenclover]

[--oh god I can't even smile my way out of this one]

[putyaswordson]

It's not your fault.

[brokenclover]

[shakes her head]

[brokenclover]

. . . Hi.

[brokenclover]

I'll be just fine.

[pandoraboxed]

. . .

[brokenclover]

. . .

[pandoraboxed]

[kneeling down to feel the ground]

[brokenclover]

[it feels like misfortune]

[mythbusting]

Bummer.

[brokenclover]

. . . That's one way to put it.

[sharpesthorn]

What are you doing? Stop that!

[brokenclover]

I can't.

[sharpesthorn]

You do realize that you are causing it?

[brokenclover]

I can't control it.