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Victor was in the Nexus, but she looked different.
It could be that she looked serious. She actually looked completely serious and focused on one thing.
It could be that the “one thing” was a little redheaded baby, cradled carefully in her arms.
Victor was babysitting Candy’s little girl.
And she almost forgot to ask a question.
She looked up for a moment before concentrating, once more, on the infant.
“Where is your center?”
((Play practice owns my soul right now. I'll be back later, really!))((Back.))((Sleep.))
It could be that she looked serious. She actually looked completely serious and focused on one thing.
It could be that the “one thing” was a little redheaded baby, cradled carefully in her arms.
Victor was babysitting Candy’s little girl.
And she almost forgot to ask a question.
She looked up for a moment before concentrating, once more, on the infant.
“Where is your center?”
((Play practice owns my soul right now. I'll be back later, really!))((Back.))((Sleep.))