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ooc: This is future fic. KIND OF fluff, or, at least, it starts out as unapologetic fluff and goes way sadder later. Anya is an original character who doesn't have a journal yet. The RP of their first meeting (earlier the same day as this prompt) will be probably posted when completed.
4. "I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am, I am, I am."
--Sylvia Plath
( The rain had chased them back inside. )
4. "I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am, I am, I am."
--Sylvia Plath
( The rain had chased them back inside. )
