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[itsy_spider]

And in walks a young woman, barefoot and smelling of sea and sand and sweat, with skin darkened by the sun and hair bleached by it and chemicals, quite pretty, since these things are often passed on, and wearing a simple sundress. "I imagine," she says, "That I took a wrong turn on the road somewhere." There's a sparkle in her eyes that indicates that it was precisely the right turn, for her, and she is exactly where she wants to be.

"I'm Bitsy Nancy, pleased to meet you. This time, this is the time I get to be the tourist."

Typist: Spider/Rosiespawn, with full permission.