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It was October, and Ausra had spent the last several years knowing what that meant for her older sister. She’d spent most of the month dropping food and supplies, like muffins and cigarettes, at her sister’s door before knocking and leaving. She knew Rasa liked to be left alone, but she wanted to make sure she was taken care of.
As they rounded into the last bit of the month though she’d gotten more worried, not having seen her. Not that it was it was out of breed for the older Lithuanian, Ausra just happened to be a worrier. So, packaged lunch in hand, she knocked on her older sister’s door, intending to stick around this time. If for no other reason, it would at least confirm that she was still alive. “Dew? It’s me. I have lunch,” she added hesitantly when the door wasn’t immediately opened.
