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This was becoming a daily ritual, of sorts. Effy'd always come here when she was younger. With Tony to feed the ducks when she was really little, alone after school when she was older... and now. Her bench was still her bench, the ducks were probably different, but they looked similar enough for it to make no difference. The seasons went by, but it never really changed.

Bristol was exactly the same, and she was somehow already falling back into the same sorts of routines. Well. Except now her routine was ruled by squares on a whiteboard. Walking, resting, reading, therapy, Tony, Pandora, eating. All in their neat little boxes.

So far her mum hadn't prodded her too hard about doing anything more than she was. That wasn't entirely surprising, but she suspected it was only a matter of time. There was only so long that sitting on a bench in the sun for hours at a time could be considered 'healing'. Pity. She still had no fucking clue what she was going to do with herself.

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Elizabeth Stonem

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