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Patterns of Sustenance
In Which Jacqueline Somer Suffers Beneath A Red Sun
most people are lurkers
It isn't late at night, but it is late in the year, and the sun went about its business quickly ere it departed. Jacqueline Somer walks beside a busy road, with her back to oncoming traffic, which she's read you aren't supposed to do but it makes the stupid LED headlights somewhat less unbearable. She flinches every time a car passes her. They are loud, and she has enhanced hearing. She'd be much happier, she thinks, in a world without automobiles. |
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Patterns of Sustenance
In Which Jacqueline Somer Suffers Beneath A Red Sun
most people are lurkers
It isn't late at night, but it is late in the year, and the sun went about its business quickly ere it departed. Jacqueline Somer walks beside a busy road, with her back to oncoming traffic, which she's read you aren't supposed to do but it makes the stupid LED headlights somewhat less unbearable. She flinches every time a car passes her. Cars are loud, and she has enhanced hearing. She'd be much happier, she thinks, in a world without automobiles. |
