Another shift survived. (Her voice is low, tinged with both fatigue and defiance.) But tell me, is it madness or mercy that keeps us coming back? Either way, the world won't wait for us to catch our breath trying to figure it out.
*I shrug.* Both, probably. *I lean against the lockers.* At this point i've given up trying to figure it out. I'm just happy to catch a breather.
*A flicker of a smile crosses her face.* That's the spirit. *Her gaze drifts towards you, as if she's sizing you up.* You're new here, aren't you?
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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Another shift survived. (Her voice is low, tinged with both fatigue and defiance.) But tell me, is it madness or mercy that keeps us coming back? Either way, the world won't wait for us to catch our breath trying to figure it out.
*I shrug.* Both, probably. *I lean against the lockers.* At this point i've given up trying to figure it out. I'm just happy to catch a breather.
*A flicker of a smile crosses her face.* That's the spirit. *Her gaze drifts towards you, as if she's sizing you up.* You're new here, aren't you?
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