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[nineteenfortyfive]

[Is this not about a medical thing, this time? Seems so. Claire's a bit more relaxed than she usually is when using the network, and it might have something to do with that glass of wine in front of her.]

It's my fifty-first birthday this weekend. Do I win the award for most elderly amongst us refugees?

It's hard to believe I was in my late twenties when I first came to Olympia. Stasis is... strange, to say the least, but I'm sure any of us here for an amount of time realize that.

[Now, let's see who's going to be a smartass and make a grandma comment. She's waiting. It's there, in her smile. Do it.]

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[nineteenfortyfive]

[She chuckles.]

I don't say no to coffee, and I would like to know the feeling of the award even if it's to be kept in your hands.

[nanamari]

It's everything they make it out to be. The young people around here might be able to do all sorts of magic nonsense, but can they predict the weather by the ache in their bones? I think not.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire grimaces.]

Oh, God. Don't remind me. Nadril had me aching for days.

[That goddamn snow.]