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Angela had spent what felt like at least a year (but was really just a couple of weeks), not leaving her hut much except to go outside and find more things on which to take out her anger against the island; fruit to throw and crush, sticks to smash into something beyond kindling, rude parrots and monkeys to yell at. (She might have been angry, but

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Nathan didn't actually know that Dwight was gone, so when he saw Angela he greeted her exactly as he normally would have: with a polite smile and nod, not too imposing, the way she seemed to like it.

"Nice day, isn't it?" he said.

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"No," answered Angela, instantly contrary though she hadn't really bothered to notice what kind of day it was. "Not that it really matters."

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Nathan was many things, and even he knew that not all of them were positive, but one thing he wasn't was stupid. He paused, turned to really looked at her, then asked, as gently as he knew how,

"What happened?"

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"I got married, and this stupid island doesn't even respect the bonds of matrimony is what happened." Angela threw a mango that was lying on the ground very hard, but felt only slight satisfaction as it splattered against a tree. "I want to go back to Scranton."

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"This island doesn't respect anything," agreed Nathan, and not just because he felt like he ought to be agreeing with her on pretty much anything she said right now. "Do you... can I do anything for you?"

Besides send her back to Scranton.

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"You can bring Dwight back so I don't have any more people coming by to call me 'the widow Shrute'. That makes me sound like I'm a hundred years old," Angela sniffed, though she was trying very hard not to cry.

Sprinkles rubbed her head against Angela's hand, and she scratched the cat behind her ears. At least Dwight's disappearance had had a calming effect on Sprinkles.

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"I can't bring Dwight back," said Nathan, grasping the entirety of the situation now, "but I promise never to call you the widow Shrute."

It was the least he could do, after all. Not that it would have occurred to him to call her that in the first place.

"Can I bring you and Sprinkles anything?"

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Angela did appreciate the promise not to be called names, even though she didn't really approve of the necessity of it. People should just have better manners than that, she thought.

"Thank you. And no, I can't think of anything we need. Sprinkles and are just a couple of bachelorette kittens again," she said with a sigh.

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There was nothing Nathan could say to that that didn't sound insincere at best, or vaguely creepy at worst, so he just nodded. From time to time, he did actually know how to keep his mouth shut.

"Well, if you do, just let me know," he said a little helplessly, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels a little. Angela was good people, one of the few on the island he actually respected.

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"Thank you," said Angela sincerely. Nathan was one of the few sensible people on this horrible island, and she valued his friendship. It was comforting to know that she wasn't the only normal person around. "I think we'll be all right, but I know where to find you if we're not."