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Library, Tuesday.
Anemone was Busy.
She was in the midst of writing a very long and detailed letter to Abeni, complete with illustrations of the gremlin invasion, the monkey-ponies, anything that her somewhere-daughter would probably find most delightful. She'd entrust it to the Fandom postal service, like she did with her letters for her other friends that had left, and simply hope for the best.
And she was the Anemone. If the death of hope believed something, then to her, that meant it had to be true. Until told otherwise, she would always believe her letters reached their destinations.
Finish the letter to Beni before class, then maybe some for A.J., Cassandra, River, and the others. Graduation looming was starting to make her nostalgic.
She was in the midst of writing a very long and detailed letter to Abeni, complete with illustrations of the gremlin invasion, the monkey-ponies, anything that her somewhere-daughter would probably find most delightful. She'd entrust it to the Fandom postal service, like she did with her letters for her other friends that had left, and simply hope for the best.
And she was the Anemone. If the death of hope believed something, then to her, that meant it had to be true. Until told otherwise, she would always believe her letters reached their destinations.
Finish the letter to Beni before class, then maybe some for A.J., Cassandra, River, and the others. Graduation looming was starting to make her nostalgic.