It's been a few weeks since the gala - long enough for some fires to burn out, Town Hall to redistribute Dahlia's work, and for unease to set in. Thus, she calls, one afternoon.
"Jean. I was wondering if you'd care to come by, when you're next free."
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timeasmymeasure
october.
Date: 2024-10-21 01:23 am (UTC)"Jean. I was wondering if you'd care to come by, when you're next free."
That's the best way to start this.