[ At the side of the fountain, Donna is dressed in a gray cloak, hood thrown back. There is a basket of clothing next to her, and a washboard in the water, where she works on a particularly bloody blouse. ]
Wouldn't be too hard to take care of your own clothing, would it, City?
[ She's attempted to stop several times, but the compulsion only
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Never, ever ends does it?
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[ She shakes her head while getting up, glad that at least Rose is around to help her with all of this. Being the only Washing Woman in the City would've been quite the chore. ]
Hmm. Feel that? It's close, I think.
[ Someone or something nearby is on its last legs... ]
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Only a tiny slice of time left. Should we go now or finish up this bit here. [There's a nod to the clothes they're washing at the end of the question.]
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[ Donna blips away, around the corner, and waits for Rose to come along. When she shows up, Donna lets out something of a howl. The man in the business suit on his device looks toward her and she smiles. It's bittersweet, really. ]
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Any particular reason?
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Let them hear it.
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[ Donna's a professional eavesdropper and busybody. As if she'd be able to say anything about being spied on. ]
I won't hurt you.
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Excuse you! I don't know if you're new to the world or something, but that's not really the sort of thing to ask, is it?
[ You didn't want to get close? Better skirt away, cause Donna's coming toward you. ]
My name is Donna, thank you. And I'm... [ Not exactly sure what she is, actually. ]
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