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Jean Grey (
fireincarnate
) wrote
2015-03-01 03:35 am (UTC)
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[She suppresses a sigh, as she pushes the last of the tres.]
There we are.
[There's no grass, just a spread of fern and moss. Jean pulls off her backpack, pulls out a thick blanket, and throws it down.
It really shouldn't land so straight, stretching out over the grass all by itself.]
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There we are.
[There's no grass, just a spread of fern and moss. Jean pulls off her backpack, pulls out a thick blanket, and throws it down.
It really shouldn't land so straight, stretching out over the grass all by itself.]