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Mariel had never been touched gently before. This was fine. She'd gotten used to the sting of love under her fingernails a long, long time ago. In her little cabin, in her little strip of woods, Mariel had everything she'd ever need: a woodstove, her mattress stuffed with turkey down, and the rifle. Love was not among those things, and therefore it served her no purpose. Rules kept a person safe in the woods. Contained. Free from accidents, or cold, or hunger. Accidents were the biggest concern- they were what made the rules so important. ...
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The incense was heady and heavy handed, but it didn’t bother her much. She liked the smell; like the focus and the grit of it. It made things clearer… and muddied things too. River liked contradictions. They were nothing but an annoyance to her caretakers… but she liked the intrigue- the feeling like a proverbial slap to the face of sense. Everyone needed a slap in the face sometimes- it helped keep things copacetic.“Alright, is everyone ready?” Madelaine was giggly… but then, she was always giggly. The others shifted on the cushions un...
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