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I can second that. I've only been here a few weeks and I already feel at ease ... except for the people outside my window. But they're oddly comforting, in their own way.

"I’m not too sure. I’ll sound crazy, b-but the air just sort of resonates a kind of… calm."

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Does it, now? And why's that?

"Today… feels like a good day."

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Such as?

Well, there is always a way to liven things up. If you’re motivated enough, of course.

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[Grinning widely] Nice to meet you, Hannah. I'm Reem. [Looking back up to him] I never did introduce myself when we met, did I?

Thank you.

This is my daughter, Hannah. Can you say hello? -with her face buried in his arm she mumbles out a muffled hello- 

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[Looking up and biting her lip warily] Something like that. A bit too quiet, if you ask me, but ... what can you do?

[Walks forward, noticing someone at the end of the dock, he become curious, approaching the figure only to realize it as that of a woman.] Quiet, isn’t it? Pleasantly so.

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[Looking up, startled, before regaining her composure] I used to fish with my father, when I was little. I'm pretty decent, I'd say.

Fish! I love fish! Have you caught any fish. I wish I had a fish, or fishes, a variety is always good. This must be fun, I’ve been looking for someone to teach me, are you any good?

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[Smiling up at him] 'Course. [Looking down at Hannah] H'lo, there. I don't think we've met. I'm Reem.

Mind if we join you for a spell? You’ve chosen a nice place to sit and watch the world go by.

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[Sitting on a long, rattly dock at Faulkner beach, fishing]

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Hm? [Shaking her head] Oh, right, yes. I'm fine. Dandy.

I am, even after this incident. But, are you? If you are all right, not sorry, I meant—

You got it, right?

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[Narrowing her eyes as she sees a shadow following hers on the brick wall she's walking beside; she turns a sharp corner and turns around immediately, intentionally bumping into the person, though playing it off] Christ, I'm sorry. Are you alright?

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Your whole life? You've never left? That's pretty impressive. And you don't hate it yet?

I’ll take that as a compliment. You see, I’ve lived here my whole life, I know what most of the stores here sell. If only I get paid for promoting their businesses unintentionally. Now, that would be a brilliant way of getting money. Just talking, and no paper works.

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About two weeks, now. Just transferred to the University. Yourself?

I’m sure the rest of the population here are happy to hear that then. How long have you been in Barton Hollow?

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So far, so good. Still pretty freaky, but not in a bad way, necessarily.

I guess that depends on how you see it. Most of the time it’s a good thing. What’s it like for you?

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Well that sounds fantastic. You could be a walking advertisement for the place.

Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. But yes, they also sell hot chocolate for non-coffee drinkers like you! Oh, and teas, and also those cute little cakes with blueberries on top! They also sell red velvet cookies if you’re into cookies. They’re just divine. Plus, the service is great.

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Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?

Most people learn to, eventually.

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[Looking down, startled] Coffee shop? I don't drink much coffee. Or tea, actually. Do they sell hot chocolate?

Mm-hmm, have you paid a visit to the best coffee shop here in Barton Hollow? They serve the best cappuccinos in the world! You can almost taste Heaven.