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Moving on Writer: Laura E. Rojas Characters: Julia, Lark Setting/props: Table, Patio chairs 2x, coffee mug, book Lights up Julia is sitting in patio chair reading the book and sipping coffee Lark walks out notices Julia Lark: Julia?  Is that you? Julia: Hmm.  Oh... Lark it's been so long.   Lark: Year and half if memory serves Julia: Just about. (She is short and curt with him, as if he's presence makes her uncomfortable) Lark: So how've you been? Julia: Fine, just fine; and yourself? Lark: Great I got a new job, good work with great people...  So how's Marc? Julia: Marc?  He's okay just about as okay as anyone can be after that

 Narusaku Amnesia Chapter 6 I see the guy again.  He's in water, and I'm in a boat.  It was raining and really cold.   "Hey.  Hey buddy!  You going catch your death you keep swimming like that." I said rowing the boat closer 'Wait a second he's not swimming.  He's DROWNING!   "Hey.  HEY BUDDY!" I called to him as his head bobbed over the water; he coughed and sputtered again.  "Grab my hand I'll take you to shore!"  I yelled over the rain and wind.  He reached but fell short and slipped under again.  'Crap!'  I looked around the boat for a rope or anything to toss.  "Crap!  Nothing!  All right buddy grab my hand.  I'll get to shore now

 Are you sure about this?" a man's voice said.  He sounded doubtful and concerned. "Yes.  They are much too vulnerable right now.  They barely survived the trip here transporting them anywhere would be like signing their death certificates."  Said another voice a young girl's. "But that's what I'm saying wouldn't this hurt instead of..."   He was cut off by the sound of a small voice in the doorway "Your highness?" said the small voice it belonged to a little girl who looked not a day pass two.  She stumbled into the room, tripping over the shirt she was wearing.  The shirt was much too big and had... burn marks on it?  The shirt was covered

Skinner "My name is skinner.  My past is not important.  All you need to know is that I lived well until I kicked out of my home.   What is important is the story my colleagues and I are going to tell you.  Please listen this tale is one we don't tell often."      I woke to Wolf's banging on my bunk. "Wake up you old fart time for breakfast.  It's hot mashed potatoes and two pieces of meat.  We must have been good right?  Right?"  He says as he clings to the rail of the bed.  I looked at his furry face and for a boy who had been through so much he could still smile that cheeky smile. "Sure wolf sure."  I say rolling over in bed.  "I'll go la