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Digging Out
Aricka woke up on the third day of the season, and all she could think about was that there were only ten days left. If she thought it was slow going, going to war. It was a whole new form of torture when there were clashing personalities.
Edith and Moreen got along like a house on fire. Both sat and talked about whatever came to mind. There didn’t seem to be a topic that was off the table for them.
Frederick and Allan, however, had started out the first night or so, not getting along well. Until they found out what happens when mulled, they added in spiced cider, and the two were off to the races on who come object more often than the other about anything and everything. Who knew that two older gentlemen could brawl like boys in their twenties? They’d lost two lamps and a chair in that incident.
Then Allan hid in his apartment with Edith. Aricka was sure that Edith was there to
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