Lake Lewisia #628

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It had been a hard year for her, full of the petty and the perilous alike: the car repairs and the generational curse, the poltergeist infestation and the vet bills. Too old to stay up till midnight, instead she rose with the first sun and sat sipping tea on the front steps, almost but not quite cold enough to retreat inside. Within, she could hear one of the decoy rubber plates being hurled by the poltergeist and failing to break anything, so she smiled into her mug and readied herself for at least one more year of overcoming it all.

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LL#628