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*though the nights are getting colder, over here there's a little campfire, a rough lean-to filled with blankets - old, tattered blankets, yes, but blankets - and a man tending a fire, over which hot chocolate is slowly becoming actually hot. and he has marshmallows.
he appears to be talking to the fire. or maybe to you?*
I have wondered, often, whether it's possible to change the future. Even in a very small way. Or is it predestined? If I do something differently once I go home, will everything play out as it's meant to?
But then who's to say whether it's meant to.
((zzzzz will pick up))
he appears to be talking to the fire. or maybe to you?*
I have wondered, often, whether it's possible to change the future. Even in a very small way. Or is it predestined? If I do something differently once I go home, will everything play out as it's meant to?
But then who's to say whether it's meant to.
((zzzzz will pick up))