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The smallest yelp as Molly is quick to turn around the sudden, yet quick, sound of a branch snapping from the harbinger. Of course, as soon as she sees who it was does she let out a sigh of relief, a hand resting over her chest.

“Sorry, sweetheart! Gave me a lil’ scare- but, uh, somethin’ you might be used ta’?” Was that a rude assumption? Molly wasn’t quite all there in the head to really think of her words. After all she was in an environment she very well was NOT a fan of, and yet with the comfort of having such a round of company, she STILL couldn’t help having the soft wave of anxiety flow through her.

Only reason she even agreed to come and work was because of the hefty pay raise she was promised since the other school nurse was out of commission for the time being. Besides, Angelo told her this may be a good chance for her to get over her fears in the first place.

I DONT HAVE SPACE ON MY WALLS FOR THAT AND ALSO LIKE.

           Había gastado todas sus fuerzas en llevar los troncos a su respectivo lugar, a encontrar algo con lo que encender el fuego y a buscar un par de guitarras con las que todos pudieran divertirse.  « Voy a tener que trabajar hasta el día de la fiesta... » pensó su mente retorcida. Para cuando quiso darse cuenta, una de las alborotadas personas que había revoloteando por allí había tirado un cuenco gigante de zumo de limón, por lo que fue la rubia, como coordinadora, quien tuvo que ir a uno de los cuartos apartados del campamento a buscar algo para limpiar aquel desastre.