Feb 07, 2008 00:08
Daniel had kicked himself out of the house before Anna could, earlier in the day. He spent some time at the shelter, and roaming the streets, before parking himself a few blocks down from the Wasteland. Hey, thirty degrees is practically balmy in comparison.
The horse is at home. She was grouchy.
journey,
daniel lee,
preston vasquez
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"Where's the ride?"
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"Or - apples? Grass?"
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Actually, it's not a bad idea. A florist would have fertilizer and pots and maybe even lights for indoor growing...
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He must be enlightened.
Journey waves an enthusiastic hello from across the street (she's walking away from the Wasteland).
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So he waves back.
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FOOLISH DANIEL.
"Hey there!" she calls, crossing the street. "Enjoying the weather?"
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He's discussing the weather. Small talk actually seems strange at this point.
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