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Ellen spent a fair amount of today trying to work through as many basic flexibility and basic strength-regaining exercises as she could. It was a frustrating process, and she did not like it at all, so when she was finished she got a coat and a hat and a scarf and went out to the target range to practice with her plasma rifle again. This was somewhat less frustrating, at least until the sleet started, at which point she had to turn around and head indoors because still having her aiming skills is no protection against stinging pellets of angry cold. When she approached the Bar with Dogmeat in tow, Bar gave her meat and water for the dog, a hot drink for her, and a book.

The book is entitled Interior Desecrators: Horrible Homes From The Brass Age Of American Design.

Ellen's face can best be summed up as:

o___O

>___<

O___o

... at least she's not thinking about all the other stuff that's happened today, right?

[tinytag: Butch Cassidy]