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Post by Meadowlark on May 15, 2011 9:25:26 GMT -8
Jerrie rose, hesitating for a long moment before slipping out and going to see if he could find work to take his mind off of things.
((exit Jerrie))
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 15, 2011 9:51:47 GMT -8
Clara watched him go, putting the cups in the kitchen to be cleaned before sitting down at her piano. She glanced up at where she'd set his carving, considering it for a long moment before she opened the piano, and started to play a song that she hadn't played since before the war. Perhaps she did have to grieve at some point after all.
[THREAD END]
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