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The door stuck at halfway open, but the gap was wide enough to slip through, so Abby led her Livs through the crack.
They pushed through a curtain of Vines and flowers and into a vine- covered beauty parlor. The door was right next to an old hair dryer bonnet, vines dangling from it like a hairstyle.
“Or at least it’s not making my skin break out.”
“Let’s not try that more,” the other muttered. “This reminds me of Sears You know, the photo place ought to be right over -”
“-There,” agreed the other one. Abby wasn’t sure if she liked them getting along well enough to talk in sync. It could mean her Liv was getting better – or it could mean Skinny Liv was getting worse. Continue reading
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This went a little left turn from where I’d planned.
I was picturing Sprucewood Nature Center, by the by, even though it’s not quite… wood-y enough.
The twenty-acre forest had become thick and overgrown in the decade since the world had fallen apart.
Vic remembered it from elementary school field trips, middle school solo explorations, high school one-on-one adventures with just the right second person – or at least the person that had seemed right at the time. Several persons, several times.
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The park was quiet.
When the world had first fallen to shit, a lot of people had gone to hide out in the parks. The theory, Andor figured, was that since all the gods were hanging out in the cities, parks – the more rural the better – were the safest places to be.
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