Joss Salvage || Badr al-Budur (

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Joss remained where she was on the futon, eyes following Sherri as she moved around. Once she sat down, she shifted slightly the change in weight on the furniture disturbing her.

She waited till she was settled, before starting. Joss was no story-teller, unlike her sister and didn’t have any illusions of being one. In a flat voice, that normally would have relished in spilling details, she explained. “We were in like, Chicago. That time when no one can drink anything? There was this raid on a bar we were in and some of us ran out the front door. We got arrested-” She grimaced at that. “I hate jail, it was even worse in nineteen-whatever.”

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