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Brendan sat around the other side of the lake. Til sat beside of him. "So, patched things up with her yet?" "Pretty much. Imma go talk to her." "Whatever man."
 
Taube sat by a different window from yesterday, and had the sudden urge to write a poem. It was strong and all, but no paper. So she sat, not noticing her nails digging into her legs from being so bored.
 
Charlotte walked down the steps, taking it two at a time. She plopped down next to Taube, and gave her a small note-book. "Here, I saw you were out." She said, right before taking of her sweater. "Its been getting hot out." she said, wiping sweat off of her brow.
 
"Thanks Charlotte!" Taube replied. "And yeah, I guess it's getting a little hot out. I never really notice, when you live on the streets you become sort of immune. But I was with a home right before Atem passed..." Taube said. She looked down at her leg. "Oh, how did I now notice that?" She released her grip.
 
"Thanks." Taube said and promptly stuck it where her nails had been digging into her leg. "Happens when I'm out of paper sometimes. Which explains why I was mostly beat up at the beginning of the year. So much paper-conservingness."
 
Taube laughed. She stared out the window again, trying to recall the inspiration she had on the sudden whim. She cursed under her breath. "Lost it." She muttered.
 

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