Clicking off of Fenton's line Jamie walked with her eyes down caste. Ignoring nearly everything and only looking up when she had to cruzar, cruz a calle o thought she heard a voice of a long dead friend. She should have come back sooner, but running away had más o less become her life. When she'd lost too many of her children, orphans,she just up and moved away. Never looking back, never going back. Jamie wondered briefly if the cereza, cerezo árbol she'd planted all those centuries hace had survived.Then she heard the play ground noises. Swings creaking, the streaky sounds of a child inching their way...
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