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[greatlightother]

[Sveta's back, friends! She's on the deck, dressed as if going to a ceremony. A long white dress whispers around her ankles and her hair falls loose around her face. She looks as if she had been crying once, but has since brushed it off, revealing only a few faint splotches of red around her eyes. She sets the camera down and takes a deep breath.]

Comments

Private

[mrs_persson]

I'm holding you to that, about tomorrow.

[So worried. But pretty sure that asking about it will not be the right thing.]

Private

[greatlightother]

Please do. Don't let me tell you no.

Private (since I'll be away, feel free to assume what you need)

[mrs_persson]

Right, I won't. I'll come collect you after dinner.

Private (can do! I'll send you a pm with what she would have told her, if that's alright!)

[greatlightother]

Thank you.

excellent, please do!

[mrs_persson]