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21 was a big age on the Outside, Melinda had heard. Not so much here. And the daily routine still had to go on as usual; even more than usual, maybe, thanks to the heavy snow that was still ever present. That being said, the day hadn't been bad - in fact, far from it. Working for the Suit was an honor that she enjoyed on all days.
Or so she was supposed to think. But Melinda can't help stealing away in the evening to slip outside for a bit. The chill is biting, especially since she hasn't stopped to grab jacket, boots, or any other winter wear. She's making footprints in the snow anyhow, with a playful smile on her face. Surely she has a few minutes before someone finds her and shoos her inside.
Or so she was supposed to think. But Melinda can't help stealing away in the evening to slip outside for a bit. The chill is biting, especially since she hasn't stopped to grab jacket, boots, or any other winter wear. She's making footprints in the snow anyhow, with a playful smile on her face. Surely she has a few minutes before someone finds her and shoos her inside.