The Park, Thursday Morning

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Lucille had escaped the bubble hut, doing her best to avoid Ringo. She had in fact tried to avoid Ringo ever since that strange day, which made rooming together a little difficult. Dante had been easier to keep clear of, as that was what she did usually anyway. Now she was sitting on a bench near the pond, occasionally glaring at the ducks and flamingos.

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