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Post by Shiloh on Dec 19, 2020 16:51:53 GMT -8
Shiloh smiled again and nodded.
"Let's... Let's do this again, shall we? Maybe... would you be willing to tell me more about the old world? About home? We could meet up, and you could... share your experiences with me. If you don't mind, of course."
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Post by Avice Locke on Dec 19, 2020 17:01:02 GMT -8
“I’ve traveled through quite a bit of it. From the shores of The Greatlands and through The Orients. You might not find anyone better to ask about the old world than I.” It was a brag certainly but it was a yes to her request. “If you don’t find me here I’m at the apartments, third floor, end of the hallway.”
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Post by Shiloh on Dec 19, 2020 17:13:26 GMT -8
Shiloh nodded, and then stood up. Her legs groaned in protest and she winced slightly, but shook them out as she spoke. "Alright. I'll look for you again, Avice..."
She smiled and waved, turning around to wander off. She paused, then, and glanced over her shoulder.
"Oh... and Avice?... Thank you."
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Post by Avice Locke on Dec 19, 2020 17:52:07 GMT -8
“You’re welcome. We lost our world and our families... stories keep them alive.” Avice was a storyteller and even though she did no longer wish to idle by and let other stories unfold before her she enjoyed stories of many fond memories.
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Post by Shiloh on Dec 19, 2020 17:53:58 GMT -8
She looked down at her hands to find that she was wringing her fingers, but a smile still played across her lips. For the first time, somebody had used "we" and "our," and it was actually accurate. WE lost... OUR world... OUR families... She felt tears beginning to well up again, and she didn't want Avice to see her cry.
Shiloh turned her face away and nodded. She waved at Avice one more time, and then went jogging away.
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