Lake Lewisia #729

[scrubjayspeaks]

People asked all the time if the two women knew each other before being hired, or even if they were related, convinced as always that similarity meant community, and community membership granted some universal acquaintance, but no. It had taken six months of small observances and casual comments for the Lewisian to ask, over free Friday donuts in the break room, if her coworker had, by any chance, come from a sister city. The Bridgestonite had grinned, still stirring her coffee with an iron spoon she insisted on using on all her food, and a new partnership had been cemented, for all that the outsiders insisted it must be an old one.

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LL#729