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Early Sunday Morning at Nell's
Dec. 18th, 2022 02:09 pmNell was trying to come to terms with what had gone on the past few days. She'd stood and stared into her closet where one set of the tight leather clothes had somehow remained - along with a handful of the weapons.
Had her life - could her life - have really been that different?
At some point she'd have to reach out to Jane and maybe tell her a little of what had happened. Maybe.
For now she'd focus on taking care of her neglected plants and straightening up the store for tomorrow and cleaning the donuts out of her shoes. The strange pancake things in her kitchen she'd probably just wrap up and put in the frig to consider later.
Her body assured her that she'd done more than enough training over the past four days, so maybe Marc would settle for just having a cup of coffee and some freshly baked treats.
Had her life - could her life - have really been that different?
At some point she'd have to reach out to Jane and maybe tell her a little of what had happened. Maybe.
For now she'd focus on taking care of her neglected plants and straightening up the store for tomorrow and cleaning the donuts out of her shoes. The strange pancake things in her kitchen she'd probably just wrap up and put in the frig to consider later.
Her body assured her that she'd done more than enough training over the past four days, so maybe Marc would settle for just having a cup of coffee and some freshly baked treats.
