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Deserted island? Not half bad.
She'd met a few pretty cool people. A guy with a bow, kid with a horse, Roger...
Clementine figured that if she had to be trapped somewhere with no way to get off, a tropical island wasn't a half bad place. Except for the lack of alcohol. Seriously, what kind of tropical island didn't have an open bar?
Clementine had been making a habit of exploring lately, but things had worn a little thin. She'd been warned about the other side of the island, and wasn't about to press her luck, and that meant that there was even less to discover.
So she'd retired to the little area of trees that she shared with Roger, and pulled a mango out of her bag.
"Booooooring."
She'd met a few pretty cool people. A guy with a bow, kid with a horse, Roger...
Clementine figured that if she had to be trapped somewhere with no way to get off, a tropical island wasn't a half bad place. Except for the lack of alcohol. Seriously, what kind of tropical island didn't have an open bar?
Clementine had been making a habit of exploring lately, but things had worn a little thin. She'd been warned about the other side of the island, and wasn't about to press her luck, and that meant that there was even less to discover.
So she'd retired to the little area of trees that she shared with Roger, and pulled a mango out of her bag.
"Booooooring."