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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:19 pm
Lying shut upon a table is a rather curious book - the deep violet cover shining with a silvery inlay of a feather. The fine, shining cover is only marred by a couple of slash marks, as if one with claws had tried to lift it.
Opening up the fine pages of thin, glistening parchment, one might find the initial few pages torn out. Curious...but perhaps who had bestowed this hand-me-down diary indeed has her reasons.
Beside the book sat a pair of scissors, a piece of ribbon tied to the handle and wound down about the blades....
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:22 pm
10.4.06
Already, your Herald has gone through many experiences. Her time with you has begun to shape and mold the child. Yet, there are many experiences to be had.
Your Herald has been asked to do something not yet asked of it before. She isn't sure how to go about the task.
What is the task? How does your Herald go about to accomplish it? Does she come to you for help or does she try to do it alone? How does your Herald react to such a difficult task?
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:33 pm
//People
Guinevere
Age Teen
Likes Cats, cold weather, unusual things, books, magic, small spaces, quiet, feeling safe, and cold things.
Dislikes Noisy people, loud music, loud or large animals, television, losing control of situations, hot and humid weather, useless adults, and abandonment.
Skills Research, problem solving, responsibility.
Weaknesses Temper, socially awkward, tends to romanticize things.
Personality Guinevere is a methodical girl. Though she has a tendency to romanticize things, she always stops herself from going too far, trying to find out the line between the real and imagined. She's quiet, but when she does speak up she can be bossy and critical, she's almost always sure she's right about things. She can be very blunt, and though she was raised to have and employs excellent manners, she tends to be rude to Kotatsu on principle. If she likes you, she'll adore you, and if she dislikes you, she'll loathe you. She's good at icy silences, and the smiles she gives are sly. If she truly cares for you she'll do anything to protect you, she's afraid of the ones she loves getting hurt or leaving her more than anything in the world.
Appearance Black hair and blue eyes. She has sharp, beribboned wings and always wears dark colours and comfortable, simple dresses.
Currently Relieved.
Kotatsu
Age 27
Likes Hot meals, a daily routine, sleeping by the fireplace, listening to the radio, cats, and tea.
Dislikes Rude people, cold weather, and awkward silences.
Skills Caring.
Weaknesses Cooking, driving, trouble showing authority.
Personality Kotatsu is a worried and anxious sort of person, the sort who wants to be helpful but doesn't really know how. She's awkward and there are often long gaps in her conversations as she tries to figure out what to say. Once a confident and sunny young woman, it appears that an event in her past changed her drastically. She has trouble punishing Guinevere and enforcing rules, especially now that Guinevere's a teenager. She's incredibly relieved that the Herald has grown up to sensible. She didn't think she could deal with hormones that well in the first place.
Appearance A woman with firey orange hair that's often in a tangle. She has cattish yellow eyes and wears woolen sweaters and corduroy jeans a lot. Earthy colours.
Currently Stressed!
Pucci
Age Old.
Likes Food, sleep, sunny spots, being inconvenient, glaring at people, giving others flesh wounds.
Dislikes Veterinarians, dogs, little girls, playtime with Guinevere, strangers, getting wet.
Skills Inflicting pain, being sarcastic looking.
Weaknesses Cute and easy to pick up.
Personality Pucci is one angry kitty. Nuff said.
Currently Plotting.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:35 pm
//.Possesions and gifts
From left to right
A gift from Sarielle.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:36 pm
//.RP Index
Link/Title/Players
Messenger Reborn
[x]/Summer festival event
Child
[x]/[Our Town ORP]/ Lind, Kemuri
[x]/[PRP] Meeting at the Candleshop/Mackerel
[x]/[ORP] Shhh! At the library./Nikolai
[x]/[ORP] Vroom Vrooms and Sticky Stickies/Kemuri and Nikolai
[x]/[PRP] And then there was.../Lind
[x]/[PRP] Dusty Books/Shayna
[x]/[ORP] Good Evening!/Ophelia, Yuki
[x]/[PRP] Lonely Ferris Wheel/Kemuri
[x]/[ORP] Miss Annabelle's Saloon/Annabelle, Kemuri
[x]/[ORP] PANDAS!/Grazie, Kemuri
[x]/[PRP] Reacquainted/Nikolai
[x]/[PRP] Bruises/Nikolai
[x]/[PRP] Tea for Two/Alice
[x]/[PRP] Strange Voodoo/Micah
[x]/[PRP] Is Ignorance Truly Bliss?/Nikolai
Teen
[x]/Lookin' Sharp!/Kemuri
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:39 pm
//Acquaintances
Aethelind She met him once. Thinks he's pretty small for a viking and warmed up to him pretty well.
Kemuri He's like an older brother to her. Guinevere will trust him with anything and he's the only person she teases so playfully.
MackerelShe's met her once and thinks that she doesn't know how to respect a candle. Doesn't like her much.
Shayna Guinevere met her once and thinks that she and Kemuri should dance together more often. Why do people have to make love so hard?
Nikolai Nikolai is one of Guinevere's closest friends and one of the few people she feels totally comfortable talking to. She cares for him a lot, and she's pleased she can make him smile.
//Kotatsu's Thoughts
Aethelind Kotatsu never really saw him much, but she thinks his guardian is pretty nice.
Kemuri After a certain incident involving teacups, Kotatsu is now trying to prevent Guinevere from seeing him.
Mackerel She looked a little mischevious to Kotatsu.
Shayna A very nice young woman.
Nikolai Kotatsu wishes Guinevere would tell Jade what happened to him and worries that Guinevere might have done something wrong.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:40 pm
//.First Encounter.// April 5, 2006 Guinevere stared at the red-haired girl and doubted. The woman was sweet tempered enough, yes, and radiated misplaced helpfulness as she shifted awkwardly, looking for something to do. Because of her size in contrast to the small Herald, the pale child had to look up to see the girl clearly, yet she did not cut as imposing a figure as Aaron or anyone else Guinevere had previously seen, for that matter. There was no mystery to her. The woman glanced down and flashed her a quick smile. Guinevere hid her face until the figure towering above her looked away again. Rubbing her back with her small hands, she felt the blades of her wings, which itched and still hurt with a dull background pain she had gotten almost used to. Not wishing to attract the possible guardian's attention again and wanting desperately to be with someone she knew, she looked around for something to pass the time. Her gaze was attracted by -Here a vague effort to recall the woman near her?s name was made- Kitutsa's cat, who was lying about the feet of his mistress. The cat was a singular thing in the respect that whenever Guinevere looked at him she expected him to do something remarkable. Looking at him now, she felt the distinct thought that he was able to talk. He disappointed this by observing her and saying "Meow." in a flat sort of voice that oozed sarcasm. This in itself was not remarkable, however. All cats said meow and oozed sarcasm all the time. The cat demonstrated this by blinking at her in a way that made it quite clear that she was inferior and not high on its list of interests at the moment. She had never seen a cat this close before so, no matter how snooty it was, she reached out to stroke its fur. Kotista noticed. "Oh, do you like Pucci?" she said eagerly. "He's such a nice kitty." 'Pucci' had clawed up Katotso?s body and was perched on her shoulder, looking dissatisfied at being called a nice kitty. Having been relieved of the small amusement the cat brought her, Guinevere reached to rub her back again. A cold wind blew around her, as it was a crisp spring day. Her body was wracked with shivers as the gale blew by every patch of bare skin on her body. Unthinkingly, she grabbed Kitotsa's hand, gasped, and quickly let go. It was a warm hand. She felt the tears coming up. Aaron had cold skin. It was comforting to her by now, that cold hand stroking her soothingly or grasping her hand reassuringly. Why was he leaving her with this strange woman? There was nothing normal here. No scythes, no cold people, nothing to relate to her previous life. The tears came out unbidden. Each one rolled down her cheek completely before another great fat tear came out. Then more quickly they went by, then she was crying as completely as she had when metal blades sprung first from her poor pale body. Kitastu noticed and gave a soft exclamation, lowering herself to the girl's face level to see what was wrong. Gulping for air, Guinevere didn't bother explaining. There were no words to describe the feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Even if there were, she'd have had to search long and hard for suitable ones. None were to be found in the poor language that is English. Bending over, she expended all her energy into her sobs, long streaks of tears down her eyes until she was too exhausted to cry anymore. No one bent down to comfort her, no one that mattered. There was only Kitotse, making hush noises, and everyone who mattered in her life was gone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:41 pm
.//Art
By Kotatsu:
By Pandalily:
[x]
An ADORABLE headshot. ; O ; Thank you, Lily~
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 1:13 pm
//.First Encounter April 5, 2006 Guinevere stared at the red-haired girl and doubted. The woman was sweet tempered enough, yes, and radiated misplaced helpfulness as she shifted awkwardly, looking for something to do. Because of her size in contrast to the small Herald, the pale child had to look up to see the girl clearly, yet she did not cut as imposing a figure as Aaron or anyone else Guinevere had previously seen, for that matter. There was no mystery to her. The woman glanced down and flashed her a quick smile. Guinevere hid her face until the figure towering above her looked away again. Rubbing her back with her small hands, she felt the blades of her wings, which itched and still hurt with a dull background pain she had gotten almost used to. Not wishing to attract the possible guardian's attention again and wanting desperately to be with someone she knew, she looked around for something to pass the time.
Her gaze was attracted by -Here a vague effort to recall the woman near her's name was made- Kitutsa's cat, who was lying about the feet of his mistress. The cat was a singular thing in the respect that whenever Guinevere looked at him she expected him to do something remarkable. Looking at him now, she felt the distinct thought that he was able to talk. He disappointed this by observing her and saying "Meow." in a flat sort of voice that oozed sarcasm. This in itself was not remarkable, however. All cats said meow and oozed sarcasm all the time. The cat demonstrated this by blinking at her in a way that made it quite clear that she was inferior and not high on its list of interests at the moment. She had never seen a cat this close before so, no matter how snooty it was, she reached out to stroke its fur. Kotista noticed. "Oh, do you like Pucci?" she said eagerly. "He's such a nice kitty." 'Pucci' had clawed up Katotso's body and was perched on her shoulder, looking dissatisfied at being called a nice kitty. Having been relieved of the small amusement the cat brought her, Guinevere reached to rub her back again. A cold wind blew around her, as it was a crisp spring day.
Her body was wracked with shivers as the gale blew by every patch of bare skin on her body. Unthinkingly, she grabbed Kitotsa's hand, gasped, and quickly let go. It was a warm hand. She felt the tears coming up. Aaron had cold skin. It was comforting to her by now, that cold hand stroking her soothingly or grasping her hand reassuringly. Why was he leaving her with this strange woman? There was nothing normal here. No scythes, no cold people, nothing to relate to her previous life. The tears came out unbidden. Each one rolled down her cheek completely before another great fat tear came out. Then more quickly they went by, then she was crying as completely as she had when metal blades sprung first from her poor pale body. Kitastu noticed and gave a soft exclamation, lowering herself to the girl's face level to see what was wrong. Gulping for air, Guinevere didn't bother explaining. There were no words to describe the feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Even if there were, she'd have had to search long and hard for suitable ones. None were to be found in the poor language that is English. Bending over, she expended all her energy into her sobs, long streaks of tears down her eyes until she was too exhausted to cry anymore. No one bent down to comfort her, no one that mattered. There was only Kitotse, making hush noises, and everyone who mattered in her life was gone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 1:18 pm
Healing
Guinevere woke. The soft morning light filtering through the small round window fell on her and made her white hair shine like new fallen snow. She yawned, spotting breakfast on the large old trunk that The Woman had put next to her bed as a nightstand. Dully, almost mechanically, the little Herald picked up the steaming oatmeal and began to eat. It burned her tongue. She didn't care. After a few bites, she put it down.
She had been like this since she had first started crying when she met her new guardian. Her crying had stopped when she had fallen asleep that first night when Kintansu had carried her home, showing her her bedroom and then giving the pale girl time to herself. The crying had stopped, but the pain was still fresh. It was there inside her, a wound that bled in spasms of sobs. For days she had sentenced herself to this new room, crying all of a sudden, lying on the bed, still the next moment. She ate a few bites of whatever food Kotisu brought in, then shoved her meals aside. She felt like her tongue was cardboard even after Ketasu had come in on the third day and forced her to brush her teeth. But the pain, which had been so sharp at first had, like her wings, sunk to a dull throb. Still fresh, but blunter than before.
The pain wasn't just the loss of Aaron. It was the loss of her world. Everything she had known from her rebirth to the awful moment when Kitansu had appeared, the life she was getting used to and enjoyed. Being torn from that and thrust into such a different way of living killed her inside. She felt it was no longer worth bothering about after an existence she had loved had left her cold. She didn't think she had anything left but her memories. And the mourning feeling of loss inside, that too. The girl wouldn't leave the attic. She had decided to stay here her whole life and remember. It would be just like her old life, she'd make up new memories too. She'd pretend Aaron said such and such and she said such and such back, and she'd grow up with him in her old life.
Her redheaded guardian was coming in. She probably thinks I can't hear her. Guinevere thought dully. She couldn't see Kitoto, but her ears caught the soft pad of her footfalls in the silent room. She felt her bed shift slightly as Kotosa sat on the quilt tucked neatly into the mattress. She heard the bedsprings creak. Sitting up, the Herald looked at Kotata with her blue eyes. The woman looked away nervously and Guinevere saw her hands were fluttering in her lap as the older girl tried to find the right voice to her thoughts.
"You... you can't stay up here forever." she stated hesitantly. Guinevere shook her head. "I might." "No." Kotatie interrupted, clinging onto whatever argument she had found. "You miss your life, I know. But you must keep going. He wouldn't want this." The white haired young girl took a sharp breath and clenched her fists. "You have no idea what I feel or what Aaron would want!" Her eyes glowed with a lively fury, the anger after the pain. The redhead wasn't ready for it, flinching. But she carried on. "You're right. I thought the same thing when my mother talked to me." Guinevere's attention was caught. "Don't compare yourself and me to you and your mother." She said stubbornly. However, she was listening now. "Comparing this conversation with that one is no display of affection, trust me." Kotansi replied. "Guin," The herald interrupted here. "Guinevere. Not Guin." "Guinevere." Kototsu amended. "I lost someone dear to me too. I lived with him. I gave up my family to stay with him, he was my best friend in the whole wide world." The words poured out of the guardian's mouth now. She had found her voice and it was cracking with repressed sadness. "We promised always to stay together, but one day he left. He never told me or anything, he was just gone!" Guinevere had no pity. "He might have gone on a trip, Kitanso." she said reasonably. "Kotatsu." said Kotatsu, not skipping a beat. "He was gone for five years." Guinevere pulled back, horrified. "Five years?" The guardian nodded miserably. "Those first three years were the worst of my life. I couldn't hold a job and my mother refused to let me back to the house where my older brother and friends were staying. I finally had to come to my mother to beg for help. She agreed to help me, but gave me a home up here, far away from anyone I knew and in a place like this, so rural and deserted that even if my friend returned, he would have trouble finding me. My world was gone." The pale child showed sympathy but no sorrow. "Lost and alone. No friends to help you." Kotatsu nodded glumly. "My family and friends are in Japan. My life is in Japan." The herald nodded. "But what has this to do with me?" The woman looked up. "We're not so different, you and I. Every day I wondered why my friend left me, what I did wrong. How I lost everything dear to me so quickly? But I kept on living. I can make a new chapter in my life. Guinevere, I don't know exactly how you feel. But I felt the pain of losing everything, I felt the pain of abandonment too. And I'm still going. Please don't do this to yourself. Don't cut yourself off from the world. You don't have to like me, or this house, or Pucci. Just please, don't ruin your life over your loss!" The guardian lifted herself off the bed slowly and went for the door, closing it with a protesting creak from the old hinges. Guinevere sat on the bed, watching her go.
Guinevere woke the next morning. Sunlight filtered through the window, drawing her to it to look outside. The countryside was not beautiful, but it had a nice sort of look to it, the soft grayish colours with the morning dew making the landscape shine eerily. She felt the pain in her chest, the raw wound still bleeding emotions. Shaking her head, she went downstairs and sat at the dining room table. Kotatsu came in with some badly burnt bacon and slightly runny eggs. Her fingers were a bit red and slightly burned, but it was obvious she was hoping Guinevere would come down for breakfast. The meal was meant to be much better than the porridge and oatmeal that was before. The guardian smiled worriedly, looking at Guinevere as if waiting for her approval before eating. "Very nice." said the Herald. They both began to eat, the girl chewing her food slowly, only able to handle so much at a time after having eaten so little for a week or so. She was silent. Kotatsu had not won her trust or her friendship yet and perhaps never would. But they had something in common, a similar loss that bound them loosely together. They had both suffered, and Kotatsu had tried to help Guinevere shed her sorrows because she cared for her. The redhead had not gained much ground with the fair-haired dear, but she had convinced the girl of one thing. This child was not going to live her life in an attic stoking her sorrows with mourning. This one was going to heal.
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 4:59 pm
A plain paper box - the type of box jewelery sometimes came in - sat innocuously on the doorstep.
Inside was a dainty silver bracelet, with small amethyst butterfly charms interspersed with pearls.
A note was also crammed into the bottom.Quote: I heard about Guinevere from a friend. This is a little something for her. I don't know if you understand what she is or not...but either way, feel free to visit any time. I'm sorry if this seems forward, or odd. But I think if you were to come by, you'd understand. -Sarielle
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:54 am
A Mysterious Gift
Guinevere sat in the living room of Kotatsu's house, looking bored. All that her guardian had in the way of electronic entertainment was an old fashioned radio in the living room. It was currently switched to a classical music station which was mostly static. If the Herald strained her ears, however, she could catch a faint tune. Kotatsu looked in from the kitchen. "Kick it." Said the guardian briefly before going back to making dinner. Getting up, Guinevere did so. Now the radio put some more effort into picking up the reception and she heard that the last tune had been by Brahms.
It had been a few days since she had stopped holing herself up in her room. She still didn't talk to or associate with Kodasu -whoops, make that Kotatsu- very often, and the woman seemed to let her take her time. Some song by a person named Batehoven or something came on the radio. Guinevere gave a bored sigh and regretted it. It caused Kotatsu to check in on the Developing Young Girl. "You got a present, you know." said the guardian. Getting more interested, Guinevere sat up. "From who?" She knew only one person not present in the household and that was Aaron. "Someone named Sarielle." responded Kotatsu. Guinevere's interest lessened marginally. But she was young, and presents held enormous appeal to her. "Let's see then." She got up off the living room rug and turned off the radio.
At the dining room table, Kotatsu got out the present and Guinevere drew in her breath. It was a lovely bracelet with soft colours. It sparkled and she reached out and grabbed it from the guardian. "Say please next time." the mild mannered woman admonished. Guinevere nodded, hardly listening. She tried it on and it fitted wonderfully. "Who would give me a gift like this? I don't remember meeting anyone named Sarielle." Kotatsu sat down. "Well, this is where it gets strange." She explained and showed Guinevere the note she had found. Looking it over, the child's next words were chosen carefully. "Well of course I know I'm different from other people." She was warmer than Aaron, paler than Kotatsu, and then there were the blades and wings of course. Kotatsu nodded, looking nervous, as if unsure of what to do next. Or possibly a bit shy thinking about what she should do next. "I-I think I should go to the address. I'll bring a present in return at least." She looked up, seeking confirmation that this was correct. Guinevere agreed. "Go." she said bluntly. Then more kindly "If you bring a gift it should be okay." Kotatsu looked worried then said "Would you like to come with me?" Guinevere shook her head, unwilling to spend so much time with Kotatsu so soon and partially a bit worried about what Sarielle might say about her, like a student before parent teacher conferences. "Okay?" The woman looked slightly nervous about going on her own but rallied wonderfully, planning her present.
That evening, Kotatsu left. In the end, she had decided to make something for the mysterious benefactor instead, deciding that everyone loved cake. Guinevere shook her head and watched Kotatsu go. This poor Sarielle person would get to taste her guardian's unique cooking. Giggling at the thought, the Herald ran up to her attic room to watch the redhead leave. Waving goodbye from the window, as was polite, she waited until Kotatsu was out of sight. Then she got ready to go to bed, as it was late and she was awfully sleepy. When she woke up the next morning, Kotatsu was home and fast asleep on the chair in the living room.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:02 am
5 AM
Guinevere woke up instantly, looking around for what stirred her. She groaned when she found the culprit. "You're a..." What animal was this one again? Not a bird... Oh. "...CAT, not an alarm clock." Pucci grinned smugly and walked away. It was early morning, she guessed around fiveish. She needed to check, though. Being not sure about something was so frustrating. She reached about for her slippers on the dark bedroom's floor. Well, not her slippers per se, they were on loan from Kotatsu until she was bought new ones. She rather liked these, though. They were a bit too large and were fun to walk in, flopping about all over the place. They weren't very good for sneaking down to the living room to see what time it was without waking Kotatsu, but they'd do. The herald got the slippers on and slid lightly off her bed. Tiptoeing in a fashion reminiscent of a cartoon character trying hard to be quiet, she snuck into the living room.
Sunrise was coming, so a feeble light filtered into the living room. Guinevere didn't notice it. It was only a shade lighter than dark after all, the sun's globe just barely peeking over the eastern horizon. But it did help Guinevere see one thing. Kotatsu was sleeping in the living room chair. The pale girl froze, trying to be silent. What was Kotatsu doing here? Why wasn't she sleeping in her own room? At first Guinevere panicked, thinking of farfetched possibilities. What if Kotatsu was an impostor, and this was the REAL one, back from a long journey? Then the Herald remembered that she had left for that Sarielle person's house last night. She must have been to tired to go to her own bed. Relaxing, Guinevere tiptoed past the sleeping guardian. The woman stirred slightly and the girl froze once again. The minutes passed. Guinevere deemed it safe at last to move, and feeling rather sneaky, she moved quickly past Kotatsu and to the clock.
It was 5:10. Pucci had woken her up that early. With an inward groan, Guinevere walked past Kotatsu, forgetting to sneak in her exasperation. Fortunately, Kotatsu didn't stir. Once in her room again, the pale girl found Pucci asleep in her bed. Slightly annoyed, she said "Oh, that was your plan?" The cat looked up at her sleepily and said "Meow." in what sounded like an affirmative tone to Guinevere. She couldn?t be angry with him, she decided. He was cute when he was sleepy, the lucky furball. Getting up on the bed and ignoring the cat's protest, she looked at him. "If you're going to bother me while I sleep, I'll bother you." she said simply. Dawn was more visible now and she saw the sun coming over the horizon from her bedroom window. It was hardly the most lovely sunrise, but beautiful all the same. A question snuck into her mind. "Pucci?" Why does the sun rise every day? Why doesn't it stop?" She was met with a sagely mew. It was a good enough answer for now. It was 5: 15 AM and Guinevere sat on the bed, petted the cat, and watched the new day come.
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