if all you knew had gone awry

[Laurel Booth]

*beats an admin to title you!*
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With the tent finally coming free, Laurel could only smile at her offer to pick up learning whatever came to his mind. It was a nice gesture, but Laurel wasn't much more than a musician and not everyone cared about musicians. “Maybe once the morning rolls around we could go to Halifax. You might find something that clicks,” both in her memory and perhaps if not, then as a trade to be useful in. “Anywhere in specfic you want me to set this thing up for you?” With it all bunched up in his arms, he didn't just want to go and dump it somewhere and get started. If she was going to stick around for a while, at the very least she could pick out her own little patch of ground to call her own.

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