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Not Your Typical Morning Routine
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A month? That was a quarter of her entire life. Although she knew she was going to live for a lot longer, the future days stretched out into a vague concept that didn't seem to apply to her. Therefore, a month still felt like an extremely long time. She wriggled forward on her belly and peered down into the water, where her distorted reflection blinked up at her. She could remember distinctly the first time she'd seen her own face in a puddle. You couldn't make features out just here, but she supposed they probably hadn't changed much.
"I've been here fo'ever," she informed him, still gazing downwards. "It's nice!" Characteristic enthusiasm. She wasn't so much telling him, as affirming the fact that to her at least seemed obvious. Perhaps the reply would give a clue as to whether he planned to stay.
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