Chapter 160: The Cruelty of Letters
The promised snow was a lie. Instead, another last wave of heat was hitting the end of November.
The calmest moments of Theora’s days happened at work — no practice, no need to save anyone, and no heartthrob while cuddling Dema. Theora decided to cut the grass on the large forest cemetery meadow one last time that year; it had grown a lot during those mild last months.
Cutting grass was fun, so Theora tended to do it more often than necessary, finding every excuse to get it done. Something about the activity gave her respite....
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