37 lines
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37 lines
1.3 KiB
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## Aurel Bălan --- The Bălan clade
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All,
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You'll have to forgive a rather lengthy, rambling letter. Aurel was just forked[^justforked] the four of us are sitting out in Douglas's field along with him, E.W., Debarre, and a few other friends after a small potluck of sorts. There wasn't any real reason for the get-together other than it's snowy at our sim, the skunks were whining, and it's always nice here. What started as a plan for Ioan, May, Sasha, and Douglas having a picnic blossomed on a whim to something of a party.
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(Some descriptions of the party; maybe SH telling two truths and a lie about others, Debarre promises fireworks, Vos and AFP set up a bar, Marsh sings a song)
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When we all got to talking about memories, Ioan suggested that we start compiling them into a letter just to share them with you. It's a good day, and we should be able to share our everyday weal as well as our occasional woe.
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(Clade is fading in preparation)
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(Sasha back to striped skunk)
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(Aurel in and out of existence)
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(Sasha's work included)
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(Rareș update)
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With all the love in the world,
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* Aurel Bălan
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* Ioan Bălan
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* May Then My Name
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* E.W.
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* Sasha
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* Douglas Hadje
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* Debarre
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* A Finger Pointing
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* Slow Hours
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* Yared Zerezghi
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* Vos Barzee
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* Marsh Hart
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[^justforked]: Five minutes ago. *Just* forked.
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