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Afternoon of Day 67
I miss my building and my home and my family and my Fiona and Maryk, though he'll be back later. I give Lena an absent smile and nod when she brings me tea out on the porch. This house--this home is lovely, truly, but it still doesn't feel much like mine. The dreams continue, when I allow myself sleep. I do not know how long I can keep this up.
The rocker creaks against the porch as my feet push off the floorboards. Writing and putting together a campaign has left my mind tired. I have a much better idea of what I want, but it still feels all jumbled. Not like Reeves' poster, which looks so organized and biting. It's really too negative. I don't want my campaign to be negative. I think he's using what's been going on lately to manipulate people and that doesn't sit well with me.
The rain starts up again lightly and I smile out at it, glad for some white noise today. Perhaps that will be enough to calm my nerves and start on my campaign again. Better, perhaps it will let me forget how lonely I feel out here. I had not realized how much I relied on the daily interactions with everyone at Follow Me Boy. A sigh escapes my lips as I continue to rock and I raise the cup of tea to my lips.
This is going to take some getting used to.
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Afternoon of Day 67
I miss my building and my home and my family and my Fiona and Maryk, though he'll be back later. I give Lena an absent smile and nod when she brings me tea out on the porch. This house--this home is lovely, truly, but it still doesn't feel much like mine. The dreams continue, when I allow myself sleep. I do not know how long I can keep this up.
The rocker creaks against the porch as my feet push off the floorboards. Writing and putting together a campaign has left my mind tired. I have a much better idea of what I want, but it still feels all jumbled. Not like Reeves' poster, which looks so organized and biting. It's really too negative. I don't want my campaign to be negative. I think he's using what's been going on lately to manipulate people and that doesn't sit well with me.
The rain starts up again lightly and I smile out at it, glad for some white noise today. Perhaps that will be enough to calm my nerves and start on my campaign again. Better, perhaps it will let me forget how lonely I feel out here. I had not realized how much I relied on the daily interactions with everyone at Follow Me Boy. A sigh escapes my lips as I continue to rock and I raise the cup of tea to my lips.
This is going to take some getting used to.
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