> Tuesday, July 7th, 2015
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Ugh, last night was a nightmare. People crawling all over you, trying to cop a feel of your thighs or rest their heads on your breast. You’re lucky you’re even alive right now because the sweet embrace of death would be a preferable alternative to being exhausted right now.
You need a sign, a sign that says, “NO SLEEPING ON ELODIE.”
Regardless, the morning routine was a bit different this time. Instead of communal showers, locker-room hijinks, and doing make up in front of the mirror, it was now more like a mountaineer adventure in the forests surrounding Mount Montagne. Oliver the Cromwell, along with Iris’ Churchill and the Poles’ Pershing were set up by the river, where fresh water was being sent along for cleaning, drinking, and general washup.
You have to say, in this clearing, with the sparkling waters, and with people slowly rising up to their morning routines in these woods, it’s actually quite peaceful.
“Alright, Ingrid!” Stack and Ingrid were busy playing a bit of catch while Josephina and Denise were busy sorting out the laundry into crates to carry on the tank. “Don’t bail out! Keep your eye on the ball.” Ingrid nodded, leaning over and holding out her glove. Stack softly tossed it to her, and with a dull thud the ball landed in her glove. “Nice one! Return to sender now! Come on, come on!” Stack bounced in place, grinning as she got ready.
“Relax, we’re playing catch, not pepper,” says Ingrid. She softly tossed it back.
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