Rosa wasn't sure what was wrong. She'd felt a little ill yesterday, but today ... she'd gone to the clinic at the University and it had been busy. The fact that she managed to make it to the Cook County Hospital in her semi-delirious, feverish state was a miracle
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Van Helsing is sitting on a bench in Millenium Park watching the people. Not just people, but groups of people, organized into families. Typically family groups of three or more, but families
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It's dinnertime for me, for Mouse, for Mister and it's still freaking cold outside. I've stoked up the fire and I have the woodstove going and there's a pot of soup from a can warming away
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I don't typically bring this thing to work with me - because I suck - but lately, work's been slow, so I brought it along. Yes, my therapist suggested I play the guitar to help my damaged hand. So far, I'm not sure it's working
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It was still light out in the strictest of senses, but it had faded to a low glow on the horizon. Rosa knew she didn't have much time, but she'd been waiting for this exact sort of haze to shade in her sketch properly
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She'd gotten up at about nine despite Harry staying over so late - it was late for her. She'd picked up some bread from the bakery down the street and some fruit - they were sliced in her bag with a jar of jam and manjar and a few eggs
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Rosa is standing at the front of the campus with her hands clasped neatly in front of her. She's wrapped in a large black coat so that you can't see the burgundy dress she's wearing underneath - just the black sandals that she's wearing.
Like hell she was going to wear some clompy winter boots on a date. It had taken her a while to get outside,
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