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This side of the beach was often empty. Silent, even. It made it a restful place to visit, just every once in a while, when Kerrigan was tired of sitting around dank, gun-scented bedrooms playing records or futzing with technology.
Usually, it was empty. Now, it wasn't.
The other's mind was frustrating in its complexity, all twists and turns she could barely make any sense of. She tried to withdraw as much as possible - it was making her headache worse.
"Hogging my spot," she informed him.
( Cut for crack. Sort of. )
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Usually, it was empty. Now, it wasn't.
The other's mind was frustrating in its complexity, all twists and turns she could barely make any sense of. She tried to withdraw as much as possible - it was making her headache worse.
"Hogging my spot," she informed him.
( Cut for crack. Sort of. )[ establishy, and all to blame on
mouthy_merc ]
