Lake Lewisia #1372

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Her aunts tended to blow in like the first puffs of springtime pollen: a sign of the season, ultimately good, slightly annoying all the same. They always brought souvenirs from their travels the rest of the year, inevitably cursed or stolen or otherwise bound up in adventures that would promptly embroil her in some drama just as finals needed to be graded. Sometimes they had newly adopted pets or sons or husbands, likewise cursed or stolen or adventure-bound, and she had learned to accept these sudden expansions of the family along with everything else.

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LL#1372