[Someone is curled up in the garden tonight. She's laying down on her side and prodding the journal close to her. A weak groan as she rolls onto her back and kicks a leg into the air.]
The night sky is different here. It's still strange...
[and she kicks her other leg into the air before resting them back on the ground.]
It is pretty, in it's own way
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What's so different about the sky?
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Seth!
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Let me sleep.
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Oh, okay.
[And he walks over and plops down next to her.]
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By myself [as much as she would rather bite through her own tongue she'll add] ... please.
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