Front porch of the Carriage House, Wednesday afternoon

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It wasn't like Nadia had much else to do, and the front porch was totally the new roof, so Nadia was out with her guitar, playing to the swamp and anyone else who might happen by.

Today's choice? Sinnerman by Nina Simone. It hadn't been easy to translate the piano into guitar, but it was a hell of a lot of fun to sing.

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"I could get used to all this live music," Ivanova commented, wandering out once again in jeans and bare feet.

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"I'm beginning to think I should start putting down a hat."

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"It would certainly help finance whatever we're planning for our beloved administration."

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"Oooo, good plan. I hadn't thought about the money angle."

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"Money is always the issue. I'm pretty sure the manpower's easily had here."

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"'Cause we're all bored."

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"I keep telling myself I should be grateful that things are slow."

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"I know. I can't help but wonder if it's an inevitable trade off: either you get attacked by horrible monsters, or you're bored."

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"Whatever happened to a happy medium?" she sighed dramatically.

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"I'm not sure one exists. I know I've never found it. . . ."

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"Because life just couldn't be that easy."

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"Of course not. If it were, we would never build any character."

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"I think I have enough character, thank you very much."

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". . . Yeah. Me too. But I hate being bored."

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"At least you can do that," Ivanova said, nodding towards the guitar.

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"That's true. And I get to choose when to stop, which is always good."