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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

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[shinierthenyou]

*waves from her usual perch on the counter* Hello there!

[itsy_spider]

*waves back, not perturbed* Hello! Are you tending the bar?

[shinierthenyou]

No, but I could be.

[itsy_spider]

But you're not.

[shinierthenyou]

*shakes her head* I'm watching.

[itsy_spider]

Watching for what?

[shinierthenyou]

Oh, not for anything in particular, just in general. People are interesting.