Apr. 22nd, 2008

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Yes, she'd been away for a long time-- or was it only a few days?-- and she didn't miss it. She didn't. New York City, with its flickering lights and smoky dark rooms, had everything. Things were gritty and gloomy, and she liked them that way. Yet--

-- there was something charming about a sentient bar, and the cheery chatter that was different. But she wouldn't admit she wanted to go back, not ever. She didn't keep a calendar, and she didn't go over to that bar she'd stepped through that one time into another world every Friday just to see if it would do that again.

But the one time she wasn't trying, it happened, and without even a breeze. She stepped through.

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