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It’s June, or at least Georgie has decided it is. Nobody is really all that concerned about what date it is now, not when everybody is busy scrounging for resources and there are constant riots in every major city, but when the end of the end of the world came, Georgie looked up at the pale green of the trees and decided that summer was on its way.
That was fifty-three days ago. Georgie has counted every single one of them.
It’s been forty days since they gave up the search, and sixteen since she figured out how to hotwire a car and started driving the three of them - her, Melanie, and the Admiral - down south.
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The thing about doing this with an awl is that she’ll have to do it twice.
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There is a dog sitting across from Basira.
A dog with dulled canines and mud caked beneath her claws, always, no matter how hard she washes and scrubs.
She is pleading: I am still me. I am me, truer than you ever knew me before.
Basira is not sure that matters. Basira is not sure there is a true version of anyone, especially not of the creature across from her.
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Robin has been sleeping on Nancy’s floor at least once a week for the past four months. It’s an offer she made already back in September. If Robin’s ever lonely, if she ever has trouble sleeping, she can climb through Nancy’s bedroom window.
No questions asked.
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just like the white winged dove sings a song, sounds like she's singing by oaxleaf
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
02 Dec 2022
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Nancy leaned back against the roof of the car, and Robin mimicked her, pulling at the frayed hems of her jacket whilst Nancy stood confident.
“I just need some time away from…” Nancy sighed. “Hawkins, I guess. And boys, and my family, and interdimensional monsters. I can’t stick around waiting for it to come back. I need to be… me.”
Robin nodded. She didn’t think she could bear to stay here any longer either. After a few moments, Nancy pulled out a notebook and wrote something down before ripping it out and handing it to Robin.
“My new address,” She said. “So you can find me. I want to keep in contact with you. I haven’t really had a female friend since Barb, and, well, it’s been nice. So call me from Paris or Rome or whatever.”
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Robin Buckley - from start to finish.