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Snow"Hey, Carlita, look at that!"
"Damon! Are you five?" Carlita shouted after the bi-hair-colored male, grimacing as he pointed to lights and smiled broadly like a five year old child.
Her mother put a hand on her shoulder.
"Be patient with Damon."
Carlita sighed, watching her older brother catch snowflakes on his tongue.
"I try, but it's hard!"
"Don't you want to do these things, too?"
The question surprised Carlita, and she thought for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess I kinda might, but Mom, he's 25! He's acting like a little kid!"
"So are you," her mother replied. Carlita realized that was also true. She was whining like a five year old.
"Mo-om!" she groaned.
"Go play with your brother."
Carlita smiled at her mom, before rolling some of the snow on the ground into a ball and throwing it at her brother.
Damon turned around to see Carlita sticking her tongue out at him.
Damon hit her in the face with his first throw.
Light CleaningHe'd only meant to do a bit of obligatory (meaning long overdue) cleaning of his room when he stumbled across a worn notebook, bound with leather that was fraying slightly. He didn't remember anything like this. Admittedly curious, he opened to the first page.
I want to go to the moon someday! Carlita says that's stupid. Mom says I can do it, though! I'll show my silly sister!'
Damon chuckled slightly, reading his younger self's crooked, loopy handwriting. His handwriting hadn't changed that much, actually. Flipping through the slightly yellowed pages, he turned to a more recent section.
I don't want to go to the moon anymore. I can't believe I thought that was a good idea! Instead, I want to reunite the People of the Vale and repopulate where they used to live. Mom mentioned that before. I bet that would make her happy.'
Damon dropped the journal as though it were made of hot coals. That certainly wasn't something he'd wanted to read.
"Damon?" he he
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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