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Mistral
Brrr... make mental note, NEVER to say hi to strangers for maybe the next century... ~ She hugged her dirty little soft toy close to her heart ~ Well, here we are together, Beaulie. Christmas Eve, staring at a business card... how original. ~ Yet her trembling hands, looped under the doggie's forearms, clung desperately to the card.
"This is crazy." ~ She spoke aloud at last, dragging herself out of bed and walking across the room to turn on the television ~ "Let's have a movies night, Beaulie, and try to inject some sense into this day."
As the show - she would soon forget the title, and sooner, the contents - played on, she stared almost blankly at the screen and yet ejecting forced laughs ~ We'll be safe, Beaulie... we'll be safe... ~ Slowly, her eyelids lowered, as did her exhausted body, into the bed.
Before long, she was snoring gently into the dark brown flappy ears of her beloved toy.
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