Tara Maclay, Office Hours!

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Tara lingers after class, ready to talk to any students who need to process the class discussion further... or anything else, really. Her joy has abated under the weight of the serious topic, leaving a deep peace and contentment visible in every gesture.

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Phoebe nods. "It just shook me is all, Tara."

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"I know, honey," Tara murmurs. "You know I know... right?" The sad twist of her mouth reminds Phoebe of the things Tara told her during that horrible time when she was too crazy to understand what she was talking about.

She pulls out a neatly wrapped box, about the size and shape and weight of a shoebox. This may be because it contains these (http://www.pimpcostumes.com/costumes/Pimp-Shoes/Snakeskin-Shoes-Black-and-White/134,120). She offering it to Phoebe, smiling gratefully. "Thank you so much for agreeing to do this."

[ooc: Sorry to rush this ahead, but I'm going to pass out very, very soon.]

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiles. "Yeah, I know." She nods and then takes the gift.

"No problem at all. It'll be fun. Do I say anything with the gift?"

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"Well, this whole thing is to remind him that people care about him, so if you just want to let him know that you think of him as a friend, or whatever? It's up to you. And then direct him to get the next gift from Bel."

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Phoebe nods and grins. "I can handle that."