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Can We Just Skip to the Tea?

((This one's a bit more dialogue-heavy than my last two because it was done as a chat RP initially.


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            It was an indulgence.

            Czene allowed himself the time, sitting at his desk, doing nothing.  A personal response, perhaps, but a minor one, and he felt that he could allow it.  After his work today, it would no longer be his desk, or his office.  The work was worth it, and the office only existed to assist with the work.  It would continue doing so.  He took only a few moments to appreciate that before turning to the letter.


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            She always felt awkward in full dresses.  Not uncomfortable.  They suited her well enough, and were tailored to a smooth fit, easy to wear and move in.  Just awkward, like they weren’t what she should be doing.  She was a fighter, after all.  Burnt and scarred, not pampered and pretty.  It felt like… wearing the wrong uniform.

            But it was the uniform for the job.  Straighten.  Take a deep breath.  Knock.

Skipping Stones part 4

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Continued from Part Three, begun at Part One


She was seventeen, and it was too much.


Skipping Stones part 3

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Continued from Skipping Stones Part Two, begun at Part One 



She was fourteen, and it was too quiet.


Skipping Stones part 2

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Continued from Part One at Skipping Stones



She was nine, and it was too early.


Skipping Stones

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She was five, and it was too heavy.