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Just Past the Causeway, Monday Morning
Sep. 30th, 2024 10:43 amShe had given herself a day to recover; to wipe the image of Harley-not-Harley's upset face and angry words from her eyes far enough that she could breathe. But as much as the island's questions intrigued her, Pamela didn't have a solid reason to stay, and a very powerful one to leave.
She didn't have much to pack. She threw the little garden - unfinished, and yet already beginning to sprout, to bloom - one last glance, and then slipped into Fandom's early morning streets. Walked onto the causeway, and kept going.
It didn't take her long to find a trucker puttering away along the road. Getting him to stop was child's play.
"Thanks," she said, flashing a reflexive smile with zero ounces of meaning behind it. "You're really helping a girl out."
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She didn't have much to pack. She threw the little garden - unfinished, and yet already beginning to sprout, to bloom - one last glance, and then slipped into Fandom's early morning streets. Walked onto the causeway, and kept going.
It didn't take her long to find a trucker puttering away along the road. Getting him to stop was child's play.
"Thanks," she said, flashing a reflexive smile with zero ounces of meaning behind it. "You're really helping a girl out."
( Cut for violence. )
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