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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne sits curled in a corner of the shower stall.
I can't do it, and as for you
Her clothes are in a soggy pile at the other end of the shower. She's contemplating burning them later, when she gets out.
Can you in good conscience even ask me to
If she gets out.
Cause what do you care about the great divide
The water is freezing but that's not why she's shaking.
As long as you come down on the winner's side

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[song_tra_bong]

"Deal," she says, grinning back.

"What do you have in mind?"

[ten_of_swords]

"Horses. Goats. Maybe some chickens."

He chuckles.

"I remember we had a farm when I was young..."

[song_tra_bong]

"Someplace with plenty of room, then. Could take the horses down to the beach."

She lifts her head. "Really? You remember much about it?"

[ten_of_swords]

He shrugs.

"Bits and pieces. Comes and goes. I just remember we had a farm. It wasn't much, and by the time I left, it was pretty much dead land."

[song_tra_bong]

"We'll make ours last," she murumurs.

"Keep it alive."

[ten_of_swords]

He chuckles and looks down at her.

"You never struck me as the farming type, Legs."

[song_tra_bong]

"Well...never tried it," she admits.

"But I'm a fast learner."

[ten_of_swords]

"I know you are," he says, kissing her nose. "How about we get some sleep, hmm? You've had... an exciting evening."

[song_tra_bong]

"To say the least."

She tugs the comforter up higher, then drapes an arm over his waist. "I love you."

[ten_of_swords]

"I love you, too," he murmurs. "And... everything will work out. It always does."

[song_tra_bong]

She wants to say 'I know.'

"I hope so."

She presses a kiss to his shoulder. "Night, lover."

[ten_of_swords]

He hugs her close and then begins to idly stroke her hair as he drifts in and out.

"Night, Legs."

[song_tra_bong]

Much to her surprise, she doesn't have any trouble falling asleep.

And if her dreams are dark, she doesn't remember them when she wakes.

It's a night for small favors.