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Angela comes downstairs with a book, an Ex-Acto knife, and a picture frame, and sits in the kitchen, flipping pages. She's been debating about doing this for some time now and even though she decided for it, she's still not entirely sure if she should really cut the picture of her family out of the book her
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"Oh, hey," she says, grinning up at him. "Just cutting out a picture of my family to put in a frame."
Her eyes follow his neck up to where he is coiled around the rafters. That's Thomas. "Hey, come down, I need a hug." Or at least his arms. It works either way.
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Sometimes she just wants to talk to her Mom or target-shoot with her Dad or play with her little brother.
She kisses his cheek and sighs.
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"I met some one on my way home who showed me my family back home--just, you know, seeing them. It was...well, really weird."
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"Wow, I never did get his name. That's not like me. Well, he said he was living at the farm so he probably wouldn't be too hard to find. Long grey hair, older guy."
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She paused. "I guess they'll stop looking for me eventually." She hopes so, anyway. Or at least they'd declare her dead and go on with their lives. She tries to seem like that thought doesn't hurt.
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"I'm not gonna look to go home. I mean...how many people get to go home? I just...I got to see them, saw that they're all together and they're sad but they're holding together...and I think they'll be okay." She cuddles him a little closer. "You're my family here. We'll take care of each other. I think I'm gonna be okay now."
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"Yeah, we are."
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Angela is fine with a change of subject.
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