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♡ AYO EDEBIRI
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closed / @skidemark, for sicily
location / esme's room
꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— " so his name is buddy — " esme's voice is light as she peers into the tank, lid taken off carefully. it's big enough that she has to get on a stool to see the top of it ( 400 gallons, to be exact. thank god for ridiculous wealth and a huge room ), and her brows furrow together as she tries to point the coral catshark out. various species of fish flit around; tangs, clownfish, and angelfish, but no shark. which was kind of the whole point of inviting sicily over ( besides esme just wanting to hang out with her ). " he likes to hide, especially when i'm not feeding him — " eyes flit to the squid in a bag on the shelf next to her head and she sighs, " — but i am feeding him, so that's kind of irritating. " a pause as she turns to regard sicily with a soft smile. " do you want to feed him ? maybe he'll come out if he senses someone new. " he is quite social, unlike his owner.
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— this is why oliver doesn’t go on walks ( ignoring the obvious, that he’s a grumpy homebody who would much rather stay in his house reading than go outside ). still, he figured a walk in the park could do him some good, if only so he could get some sun and a good tan in an effort to get his dark circles to be less noticeable. he’s actually enjoying the birds chirping and the scenery when the peace is interrupted by the expletive — his eyes shut for a moment and he fights the urge to sigh. eyes fall to the man ( kid, if you ask oliver, but he’d sound too old ) on the floor in front of him, “ you okay down there ? i’m not a witness to broken bones or anything, right ? please say no. “
Ridin’ dirty? 🤣 ( open starter )
Taj had found himself with free time. One scenario would find himself in his apartment with a brush in hand but as of late he was burnt out emotionally, physically, mentally, and even creatively. It was an artist’s worst nightmare. The nature of his work never found him with much of a social life outside of his roommates many one night stand hookups or whoever Marcel was interested in that week. Those faded out rather quickly but that was the cost of the dream. He’d only been in Quilupé for coming up on a year, things would change. He just had to find the right crowd. The young artist rode around the park on his scooter, the only source of transportation he had currently, as if he were someone’s 12 year old kid brother. Taj had been riding around on the scooter forever lost in thought when just like that, a rock changed his fate as he hit full force and slid on the pavement tripping along with the scooter. The New York temperament came out as he probably exclaimed a little too loudly, “Fuck!”
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— olivia rodrigo — the name sounds familiar to oliver, but only in the way that stuff kids are into does ( that is, he files it away and never thinks of it again ). he thinks sicily might have listened to one of her songs one time ? he’s got no clue. “ she’s the … vampire girl, yes ? i’m sure if you had a themed night for her people would come out. maybe you should do a 2000’s, or a 90’s theme — that’s really popular right now, apparently. can you believe it ? feels kind of offensive. “ seriously. what do they know about 90’s music and pop culture ? it also makes oliver feel really aged, but that’s neither here nor there. the offended glare only has oliver scoffing, holding up a finger as if to tell aksel to ‘wait’ while he counts the change. a minute and he’s looking up again, thoroughly unimpressed. “ yeah, and my bookstore is tiktok famous, apparently. is your nightclub ? “ all things considered, it probably is. the concept of catch is cool enough it makes oliver grumble.
only a slight grumble as he's rudely pushed away from his pondering post. oliver is so testy these days -— part of him wonders if he and imani are having issues again ( again is subjective, aksel is just a nosy little shit who tends to not think about things in full when it comes to his friends ) and makes a mental note to investigate as such. “well, yes, but i was looking for more ideas like that -— the kids are into olivia rodrigo on our way to school. is she big these days?” he’s heard something about that lil' mexican girl, but he's not sure if she's popular enough to warrant an entire night dedicated to her. and by kids, he means his own and the girl sneaking his fucking waffles from the freezer in the middle of the night, living in his guest house. not the twenty somethings who follow him around like ducklings. differences! and also, the former is not the target audience, but they keep him young while the latter gives him grey hairs, so he's picking his battles with this one. "i'm definitely not lame?" brows furrow, like he's truly offended. what the fuck, bruh. "you can talk about lame all you want, but one of us runs a club. the other runs a bookstore — think about it, smarticus."
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— " oh, did i forget to tell you that earlier ? my mistake, but it is pretty hard to get anything through to you when you're three terremotos in. guess the money didn't hurt either. " esme grins, matching salem's teasing with her own. she sets her back on the chair next to her, having half a mind to bring her own books out but stopping herself. she needs to be more social, really. new years resolutions and all that ( it's may ). " exactly. you're even prettier in broad daylight ! and a lot less sad. " blunt as ever she takes a sip of her own coffee, smiling to herself in contentment at the sugary sweetness. the reaction makes her nod, a little laugh escaping her, " i've been so stupidly busy with school, and i knew my manager wouldn't give me only one day, so i decided to just make aksel do it. knew he wouldn't say no. " she's sure the payroll person would have something to say about it, though, " plus, now you get to go to a fun club ! bring whoever you want, drinks on me. " esme will keep that one quiet, though.
"you mean to tell me this entire time i didn't have to pay you to get encouraging words from you?" salem teased as esme sat down in the seat across from her while quickly making space for the other. "i promise you're never intruding on me. i don't mind one bit! plus it gives us a chance to catch up somewhere else that isn't a dimly lit bar for once right?" she chuckled before taking a sip of her coffee. salem nodded as esme spoke about what she'd been up to, a bit taken back that her favorite bartender was no longer at los fantasmas. "wait you're at catch now?! any reason specifically or did you need a change of scenery?" she asked curiously. "i'll come to any bar to see you, that's never an issue. i've dealt with worse people before."
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— " as kind, warm-hearted, and loving as i am — " alright, birdie, let's roll it back, " — i don't take kindly to being lied to, rohan. and you are most definitely lying to me right now. " her hand pulls back from where it had grabbed his ( they did say they'd pull him out of this house kicking and screaming. thankfully for them, rohan wasn't screaming ). arms cross and birdie regards the other with a deep frown, brows knit together. " and i know that isn't a once in a lifetime opportunity, because i read in one of your silly boat books that the bioluminescence happens more or less every year. so don't take that with me, mister. " using a tone reserved primarily for their younger cousins ( and rafael & drew ) birdie's eyebrow raises, practically daring rohan to argue more. " we go for an hour. you hate it and act all grumpy gills the entire time, we leave and go watch the silly water. deal ? "
closed starter for BIRDIE ( @bvlladonnas )
location : literally probably like 5 steps from his apartment complex. he will dig his heels into the grass like a toddler before they get him anywhere near nightlife.
-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── " see, here's the thing, " rohan stops dead in his tracks, pressing his palms together and pointing them towards his captor ( poor birdie, who's already had to hear classic avoidance tactics such as " i think i left the oven on " and " what if there's an emergency with the cat " ). there’s a pause ── rohan has to think up another lie on the spot, which he wasn't particularly good at even the first time ── then he gestures over his shoulder, " i actually just remembered that there's this, um, weird. . . bioluminescent. . . fish. . . event thing happening right now, " he stumbles through yet another shoddy excuse, hands raising in false surrender, " once and a lifetime opportunity ! " he practically squeaks, taking a step back with an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders, " sorry ! like i said i'd really love to go with you but this is a very real, one-night-only kind of thing, so, guess you're on your own ! "
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— " that's a bad question. of course i'd believe you if you said you did something stupid. " birdie says it in a matter-of-fact tone, shrugging their shoulders. cheap shot aside, they lean forward, chin perched upon their hands. a bright smile as they nod, " keep going, though, now i'm curious. what'd you do ? " brows raise and she tilts her head to the side to convey that she's listening, eyes curious.
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where? omar's
"i think i gotta move again." omar sighs, running a hand over his face. it's an overreaction, naturally, but he's not having a the best week and he thinks he's allowed to be a little dramatic about this (even if it's all his fault). "would you believe me if i told ya i did something really stupid?" he pauses, "actually, don't answer that." he can't imagine the answer being good, "i don't believe in karma, but i must've done somethin' really fucked up in a past life or whatever."
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— freya doesn't like feeling ... not vulnerable, per se, she'd gotten over that long ago, carved out by rania early in their relationship. inadequate may be a better word — always exceptional, they aren't used to ( and don't like feeling ) less than; not something their darling wife would ever do to them, but self-imposed. their head leans into rania's warm hand, tilting it so she can kiss her head, " you ? i believe you, but i think you're too pretty to be scary. maybe in a hot kinda way. " trying to keep things lighthearted, freya shakes their head. " weird, but ... we'll figure it out. we always do, yeah ? " it's hard to tell if freya is trying to convince rania or herself; not having a plan was never really freya's worry, but worrying rania was. " a lego ? shit, what was he doing, trying to build a phone ? " a pause, then, as they stop their pencil, turning the sketchpad over to show rania. it's some birds they saw in the park today, perched on top of a bird bath, " figured i'd sculpt it later — the old people over at casaplan have been letting me use their stuff. they're really nice, did you know that ? "
rania reaches up a hand, gently carding her fingers through freya's hair as he speaks, "well, if the headaches become migraines, let me know — i can be very intimidating when i want to be." she half-jokes and leans over to press a kiss to their shoulder, "i'm glad it's good, though, i know it's been a weird few months for you." for rania, too, but this isn't about her, it's about freya. she shrugs, "work is work. same old shit, different day. i did have a kid some in with a lego stuck in his ear, that was crazy." she looks at her, a soft smile tugging at her lips, "but you hear about my work all the time. what are you drawing, darling?" she asks, wanting to be interested, wanting to try and be supportive in those little ways. it's the least freya deserves from her. they've always been her rock, her calm, rania hopes she can be the same for her.
#* ic / freya.#* ft. rania chadha.#GAY PEOPLE WE WINNNNNNNN#new lily gif hunt dropped god i fucking win
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Lily Gladstone
RESERVATION DOGS 2.09
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— " ah — okay, could've fooled me. " freya should probably feel worse about saying that, but they can't help it. head shakes as they eye the papers on sarah's lap, gaze turning from them to their kids playing on the swings. well — she hopes they'll be able to write their name better. " yeah ? maybe we should start teaching cursive again — " a pause, squinting for a moment in thought before they continue. " do ... we teach cursive anymore, actually ? i don't know. i should stop talking, i almost dropped out in, like, tenth grade. " no good reason, either. just didn't like school very much, which is crazy considering freya had gone to law school. they nod, taking a red pen from sarah's hands to the paper, " nah, s'fine. what i'm here for — don't start asking me to grade essays, though. TA days are waaaaaay behind me. "
"honestly? i ask myself that every day." she finds herself laughing right along with her. "ninth and tenth, mostly." which sounds absurd, given their handwriting. embarrassing, almost, despite it really being their elementary teachers' jobs to teach them. "no idea how they get this far, been getting worse every year the past couple years." she's got her theories, though. not to sound all 'kids these days can't even read anymore' about it. some of them have good excuses, but not this many. at this point she's half tempted to spend a week or two going back to the basics that someone should have taught them by now. "you are a lifesaver," she smiles, sliding over a stack of slightly less frustrating assignments. "i owe you one later."
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𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐲.
˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡. (BIRTHDAY) SURPRISE SHAWTY! Luna and Astrid aren't the only ones with a surprise for Ximena on her birthday. // as promised @bvlladonnas
By now, we all know that Enzo and Ximena are "just friends" and her friends clearly don't like him for her given his stellar record of breaking hearts, manipulating, gaslighting blah blah blah. But Enzo truly does care for Xime (or maybe not, who knows?)
Enzo didn't want to greet her right away (even though he literally waited for the clock to strike midnight on the 15th). He didn't want to seem too eager to greet her on her birthday. He's not her boyfriend or whatever, right?
Anyway quick fun fact, this is the first time Enzo willingly posted a girl publicly on his Instagram. Not just one photo but five. Meine kleine peony or my little peony (disclaimer: I do not speak Deutsch so this is the best I could do). The nickname is pretty self-explanatory. Xime likes peonies and she's kinda tiny compared to him so there you have it.
image 01: Enzo's teaching her how to drive. She looks so pretty as both his passenger princess and as a driver.
image 02: They were on the beach just in time for sunset. He lent her his jacket. And well, she just looked so cute smiling and wearing something of his.
image 03: Even without makeup on, Enzo still found her beautiful (that's not every 'just friends' of you tsk tsk) Did their hands make a heart sign or a burger? I can't tell really.
image 04: Well, that happened.
image 05: Oh and that too.
Where's his gift? Well, he's planning on surprising her with a night drive (wow totally new!) but with his guitar in the backseat (yeeesh) and a bouquet of peonies waiting for her in the passenger seat <3 But he's not gonna start giving her gifts just yet.
#my little peony oh he needs to die#lex this is so fucking CUTE I love it 😭😭😭#THANK YOU BABY MWAH MWAH MWAH#* ximena ft. enzo pernas.#I forget this dude is german. EJGMEOCKEOCKK
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FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS A XIMENA REYES !
On behalf of all residents in the Valpo Region, we'd like to wish Ximena Reyes a very Happy Birthday ! You're as soft as the cute little things you crochet. As things get colder here in the Valpo region we're happy to have our own personal ball of warmth in you. Kind eyes and an even kinder heart to match, you leave a good impression on everyone you meet. We hope today you get to rest well, eat all your favorite things, and spend time with people who cherish and value you like the valpo region has come to do. We hope the day is as sweet as you and to help it be so we'd like to gift you a free macaroon baking class for you and one other of your choosing! ( @bvlladonnas)
#sniffles and sobs.#thank u thank u thank u#this is such a pretty pic of nailea#happy birthday my sacrificial lamb 🩷#* ximena.#idk what to tag that under#WHO IS MACARON BAKING WITH HER!!! QUICKLY!!!!
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✿ ━━━━ happy birthday ximena !
at midnight on the dot, astrid and luna would come into ximena's room with no warning. they were singing happy birthday at the top of their lungs ( still in key though, luna made sure they rehearsed before ) while astrid came in the room carefully holding the tres leches birthday cake with the 24 candle lit in the middle and luna brandished her birthday picnic basket that was both a gift, and held even more gifts the two of them had put together for her. / @bvlladonnas , @aestriiea
details on what was inside the basket below !
FROM ASTRID:
A hand drawn self-portrait of Ximena while she was deep into a crochet project. Its meaning quiet as Astrid doesn't do self portraits, but she'll do another for Ximena in a heartbeat.
Besides that was a small poem folded up with READ PRIVATELY scrawled across it for her.
Assorted yarns varying in color and quality.
A fountain pen with the a small note attached saying: We need new diary entries, are you out of ink?
FROM LUNA:
A Charm bracelet from James Avery, but the charms are a mixture of frilly/girly charms (like hearts, a concha charm, flower bouquet, crochet needle, etc.) and amongst them were handmade charms by luna of ximena's, luna's and astrid's birthstones and a few with some crystals luna picked out for ximena.
A set of those Sylvian critters she mentioned, but with additional custom clothes for them that luna special ordered so they could more accurately reflect the three of them.
A set of my melody pajamas with a matching plushy to go with it.
A sunflower stationary set to match her flowers.
Framed copies of the first letters they ever exchanged as penpals back when they were 11 next to the last letter they exchanged before meeting in person.
FROM BOTH OF THEM:
Slips/Mumus for their sleep over that's happening that night, lots of skin care for them to play with, and snacks galore.
There is also dinner already waiting to be heated up in the fridge that Luna cooked before coming over for the surprise.
#oh i’ll kill you both#FUCK OFFFFFFF#THIS IS SO PRECIOUS SHUT UP SHUT UP#I LOVE IT#* ximena ft. astrid blackwell.#* ximena ft. luna dominguez herrera.#AGHHHHHH#ILL SOBBBBB#THANK YOU
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— " i do want curtains ! " the defensive response is immediate, hands slower than her voice. ximena signs frantic, she's realized, which is almost upsettingly in line with her personality. she'll ask imani how to chill out with it later; it's like she's trying to make it catch up with her words, but ximena hasn't quite figured out how to do that without seeming so panicked. " i just — well, i haven't had time to get any yet. i think i'd like some that are pink, but astrid might puke, so i can get pink ones for my room. but i don't really have enough money for that right now, so we can start with the ones for downstairs. maybe a nice grey ? tan ? " ximena catches herself rambling but doesn't pause — she feels safe to do that around imani, moreso than she did with even her own family. a shrug, " i do think i'd like to have a crafts space, but i ... don't know where. " living in a shack by the beach doesn't leave room for extra space, really.
imani didn't care how old ximena was, she would always been in a state of wanting to pinch her cheeks ! never having children of her own wasn't something imani regretted, necessarily. there were a lot of things, her career namely, but also her freedom that imani hadn't been ready to compromise on. however, meeting xime and being instantly reminded of her own siblings and the nieces and nephews they brought into the family, she immediately felt responsible for her. in a way, her own motherly instinct kicked in the second the two grew closer. " a dresser against your front window and not curtains ? " ximena asked sincerely. she made sure to slow her own signing down to aid with ximena's learning. " is that a stylistic choice or do you just not know where to get curtains because we can add that to the list and put aksel and oliver to work to install them. " she suggested. " what about your hobbies ? do you want to make a space for that ? "
#* ic / ximena.#* ft. imani acevedo.#so we're going to ignore that this is like#a month late#don't think of that.
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— for someone so convinced that every move they make is wrong, ximena's not used to admitting her faults, not to anyone but her mother. but it comes easy with astrid ─ whether that's because she's so intent on keeping their friendship intact or because she's not entirely sure how close friendships work in general, she's not sure. it's an odd departure from how she was with the closest people to her before ( her siblings ), always convinced she was right, but she's intent on keeping astrid far away from that version of her.
" i know, but still, i ─ i need to be more gentle with you. it's not fair to expect you to just ... change how you are for me. but now that you do know how worried i get, if you ever do that again i'll kill us both. " she sighs as she bandages astrid's fingers up, trying to keep the fuss out of her voice. she doesn't want to overwhelm her best friend, doesn't want to be overbearing ─ too worried of fucking everything up again. the hug catches ximena off guard but she melts into it easily, squeezing astrid so tight she might just break a bone. for a moment she's silent, voice soft when she finally speaks. she holds astrid's hands in hers as she pulls back, " look, i can't ... i can't pretend i get it, alright ? 'cause i don't, i don't go through that, and frankly it'd probably be kind of disrespectful to you to act like i do know, but ... i want to try and help regardless, okay ? i want you to be comfortable talking to me about it. even if i don't get it, it doesn't mean you're not my best friend still, and it doesn't mean i won't do everything in my power to make you happy. that is always gonna happen, whether you like it or not. "
⋆.˚ there’s a weight lifted off her chest and suddenly astrid’s free to breathe again. she didn’t know why she allowed ximena to have such control over her ability to feel guilt or remorse but she couldn’t help it. she wouldn't change it either, it was.. nice knowing someone cared enough about her safety to find themselves upset with her for putting it in jeopardy. ❝ no- xime you weren’t being mean. i get it ! ❞ and she does understand, had ximena been the one out acting like a fool astrid would’ve probably had a conniption.
there’s something about the pink first aid kit that draws a small laugh from astrid; the hello kitty bandaid doesn’t help her cause, the laughs now barely able to be stifled. it’s a welcome emotion staving off the melancholy aura that’d been clinging to the very walls of their place. ❝ i’ll try to tell you. i tried. it’s just i don’t know when it happens until it’s almost over, ❞ somberness returns to the room, billowing to the roof. ❝ i didn’t want to worry you. i know it’s not safe it just doesn’t feel like that in the moment. it’s like.. i’m unstoppable ? like literally no matter what happens it’s not happening to me. i’m just an entity there observing it. ❞ there’s a beat as she tries to reorganize her thoughts, her description of her episodes confusing even her. ❝ ugh just forget it. it doesn’t matter anyways, i know it all sounds like an excuse. i’ll.. try to talk to you about it more. before you end up losing sleep. ❞ she admires her now treated fingers, before pulling ximena in for a sudden hug. ❝ i love you, y’know. i’ll do better. i promise. ❞ ─ ✶⋆.˚
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ -— briar's partial to summers; the flowers blooming everywhere, the sun on their face while they skate around town — it's all quite blissful for him, really. what he did appreciate about fall, though, was the fact that they could wear whatever they wanted and not worry about being too hot. flannels, long hair, and baggy pants don't really agree with the sun; should've figured that out by living in la. they're texting while they skate ( not advisable, do not try at home ), hearting casey's message as they swerve towards the fountain. whether or not briar nearly hits a kid on the way is between him and god, throwing up a peace sign as they come to a stop in front of casey, " ' sup — " brown eyes land on the cans of pap immediately and briar grins, already bringing his bag down to set next to casey ( a very easy way to exchange ... goods without being noticed ). his face splits into a grin, " oh, dude, i fuckin' love you. been craving this shit — in the bag, by the way, your usual. "
Closed starter for Briar Sutton ( @bvlladonnas )
Location: El Jardín
Casey rolled his last joint that morning and smoked it on his way to El Jardín where he was fortunately finally meeting up with Briar again. He'd been a daily weed user since his college years and while he'd taken breaks here and there now wasn't one of those times. Casey usually bought enough to last him a while so he made sure to get cash out as well as buy a couple of cans of Pap to give to Briar.
It wasn't a long walk from his place to the garden and even though it was fall and not much was in bloom there was still plenty of evergreen foliage to enough. Casey found himself at the water fountain and shot Briar a quick text where he was before taking a seat on one of the benches while he waited. He stayed on his phone scrolling through instagram completely consumed in the stories he was watching. He only looked up when he heard their skateboard approaching. Casey tucked his phone away and stood up and quickly gestured Briar over.
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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ --— briar's lips jut out into a pout immediately, eyes rolling along with his head. really, what does rohan think he's going to do ? they'll be fine ! " c'mon — i'll be so super safe. like, so safe you wouldn't even have to watch me. i'm telling you ! the sharks would sense my chill presence and swim peacefully around me. " they cross their arms, leaning back in their chair ( too far, probably. with the way they're rocking back and forth on it, he's in very real danger of falling ). a groan, followed by a clicking tongue, " but i'm not even touching them. i'm swimming with them. we'd just be hanging out. like old friends. c'mooooooon. "
-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── " nope, " he declares, not even a few seconds passing between the end of briar's question and his answer. he's had enough of that recently, to be frank, and rohan thinks the sea animals deserve a break. he pushes off the railing. " most of the sharks are farther out by the seamounts, " raising his arm over his head, he points to some undisclosed, distant point on the horizon, " and i don't really go out that far. the weather is unpredictable this time of year. and also, " he makes a face, " they should be left alone. i say this every time. "
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