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Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime
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hasaknightjobIt had been a pleasant week all told. Steven and Llewellyn had spent Steven's birthday with a nice dinner, a show, and time in a lovely hotel. And of course the night before that Llewellyn and Marc had done what was their tradition of coincidentally doing something that had nothing to do with what was happening the next day.
41 years now. At least by the reckoning of calendars and the year back home, which was what Marc and Steven went by since, well, it was their home. It was the amount of chronological time the body had existed at the very least. Steven tried not to linger on the question of how long he -
Well, again, he tried not to linger.
In any event, it had been a pleasant birthday earlier in the week and now he was back at work and happy to be so. All told it wasn't what he would have pictured for himself if you'd asked him as a child what his life would look like at this age. But it was the life he had and it had many things in it that he appreciated. Who could want more than that?
The contentment was why Steven was humming songs to himself - ones from the symphony he and Llewellyn had seen - as he worked. He was interruptible for visitors, of course.
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41 years now. At least by the reckoning of calendars and the year back home, which was what Marc and Steven went by since, well, it was their home. It was the amount of chronological time the body had existed at the very least. Steven tried not to linger on the question of how long he -
Well, again, he tried not to linger.
In any event, it had been a pleasant birthday earlier in the week and now he was back at work and happy to be so. All told it wasn't what he would have pictured for himself if you'd asked him as a child what his life would look like at this age. But it was the life he had and it had many things in it that he appreciated. Who could want more than that?
The contentment was why Steven was humming songs to himself - ones from the symphony he and Llewellyn had seen - as he worked. He was interruptible for visitors, of course.
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