Our Lady of Fandom; Wednesday [ 02/28 ]

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Wednesday
Feast of Saint Oswald
Who has a funny name.

Rosette was laid out in a pew, on leg drapped off the side and dragging limply on the floor, while her arm on that side alternated between doing the same thing or resting on her stomach. Her head rolled to the side, toward where ever Chrono might be, but only staring at the back of the next pew. "Chrono? Is Lent over yet?"

"Uhhh, no, Rosette."

"Dammit." She rolled her head back to stare at the ceiling. "I'd kill for a hot dog. Or a beer..."

"You don't even like beer."

"Exactly!"


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