Who: anyone
When: December 13, mid-afternoon
Where: Main St.
What: general random
OPEN.
The weather outside was frightful, but the coffee shop had been able to provide an insulated cardboard mug of cocoa with a bit of peppermint in, which was delightful; besides which Psmith rather did have places to go, and so although he had no inherent
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She caught glimpse of yet another red fat man with the long white beard up on a telephone pole. Great more wacky religious things. This time of year at home, they'd be taking town the congregation's statues of the gods to make new clothes and polish the white stone to a high shine in celebration and thanks for a good year.
The small ceremony they'd had on Galactica, using whatever small statues they had and the the new clothes were made from the finest bits of uniform and bed linen they could scrounge...
She was so deep in thought, remembering that quiet ceremony that she didn't even notice the man in front of her until she ran right into him.
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Of course, it was equally his fault as hers; if he'd been looking at the street ahead rather than at the strings of twinkling fairy-lights adorning the rooflines, he'd have been able to perform evasive action, and so after ascertaining that the cocoa was not spilt and the woman was not knocked down or something, he raised his hat half an inch from his forehead and said "Dreadfully sorry, Miss."
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She looked down at the drink in his hand. Then around at the snowy ground. Good, she didn't have to buy him another drink.
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