Backdated to August 1st

[first_pink_lady]

By golly, she was nineteen.  Nineteen and on a tropical hunk of rock in the middle of the ocean.  Then again, it wasn't all that grim- nIneteen wasn't that landmark of an age, anyway, and the island wasn't so bad when she wasn't playing fetus-babysitter or stuck in a month-long monsoon.

If she'd been home, they would have graduated by now - most

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[since_1997]

"I've got a surprise for you."

She'd let it slip that it was her birthday soon and Paul's the sort of guy, the good sort of guy, who remembers this stuff. He's genuinely fond of Rizzo, thinks of her as a friend, and that means one thing: birthday presents. Dressed in board shorts and a t-shirt that he's pretty sure is Tom's, Paul crouches down in front of her and grins sunnily.

[first_pink_lady]

She outright giggled at his cry of pain, and ran her fingertips over her new necklace almost reflexively at the mention of it and her earings. "You did," She admitted generously, "so I guess I'll keep you around. So tell me, Paulie, when in medical school did they take a break to teach jewlery making?"