Beatrix sat on a bench in the park, eating an ice cream cone, a small smirk on her face. She had actually forgotten how much of a pain in the proverbial ass it was to clean and resharpen all that equiptment. Not that she should complain at all. Everyone she knew was fine, as far as she knew. She was able to collect all her knives after whatever
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But now there was the twitchy and restless thing to deal with. So rather than go insane in her hotel room -- nice room though it was -- she'd decided to go out for a walk.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked the woman as she neared her bench. She wasn't feeling like being alone at the moment.
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