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[hell_inmyhead]

[Anyone passing by Goldberg Street might notice Chrona sitting on the curb, looking even more depressed than usual. She's clutching a framed picture in her hands: for those that knew her, they might notice that Fate T. Harlaown is the subject of the photo. It was something Chrona had swiped on her trip to Westport, before it was closed off. She

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[gorgeous_gorgon]

[Rider happens to be taking a walk and heads down Goldberg Street. She passes Chrona just in time to hear her mutter.]

How to deal with what?

[hell_inmyhead]

Another person disappeared...

[gorgeous_gorgon]

...I see.

[hell_inmyhead]

[Chrona looks up at Rider; she still avoids direct eye contact, but hey, at least she can look at her without wanting to go hide behind something.]

... Is there any way to deal with that? I don't like it... it always hurts.

[gorgeous_gorgon]

[Rider hesitates. She recognizes Chrona as the child she had frightened when she had regressed to the way she had been prior to her death, but says nothing about that subject.]

The only way to deal with it...is to learn to endure it. Life goes on; you must live for those who are gone.

[hell_inmyhead]

Someone said something like that once.... I'm trying, but it's really hard.

[gorgeous_gorgon]

There are two things that life is not: Fair and easy.