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[Feb. 18th, 2009|20:46 ] |
Today had been one of those days that Andromeda had felt guilty about ending early. Visiting Frank and Alice was always a little bit sticky for her but she made a point to go at least every two weeks to see them; she was still terribly fond of them, but it was hard to see people that you knew had once been such brilliant wizards more or less invalid.
Thus when she stepped into the bar it was with a slightly relieved huff. She wandered over to sit and ordered a cup of tea and a shot of Irish Cream to go with it, settling into the booth and scanning for any familiar faces. |
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