How do you measure a year in the life

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Mark had known for years that it would eventually be Roger's time. Eventually the disease would take its toll. He'd been there when April had taken her own way out. When Roger had overdosed. He'd been there for Angel and he'd been there for Mimi on Christmas, and later when Angel wasn't waiting to tell her to turn around and listen to that boy's

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Angela was in a good mood. She thought, at that moment, walking to the Compound from Adam and Coraline's house (soon to be her hut too), planning the work she would do, that life couldn't get any better.

And then she saw Mark. And he looked terrible. Not physically. He still looked like Mark, maybe a little tired, but there was something in the set of his shoulders, the lines on his face, the look in his eye that let Angela know something was very wrong.

"Hey," she said gently, walking over to stand beside him. "What's wrong?"

[squint_artist]

She grinned back at him, careful but true. "Then I'm sure you'll both appreciate it."