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[duckface]

Good to know when you run naked and screaming into the woods in the middle of the night apparently they don't send you to the psych ward, but to some fantastic beach paradise.

This place reminds me of one of the islands the cruise my parents took me on a couple years ago when they broke the news that they were splitting up. Which is only minorly traumatizing in comparison I guess to being told you're fictional! Which is really cute because I'm so over this already.

Is anything worthwhile actually here? Besides sun and sand, obviously.

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[duckface]

I'm not really into Twilight, I prefer stories that are a lot less of a debauchery of modern literature. I mean, you know. Nicholas Sparks books, that stuff.

I'm just being friendly.

[chronosexual]

No, friendly gets you coffee. Flirting gets older men to buy drinks for underage girls.

[duckface]

I think you'll find my perfectly legal ID says I am a 23 year old from Boulder, Colorado.

[chronosexual]

And does this ID have a name on it? Yours, perhaps? Don't think you'd let me know what that name is, would you?

[duckface]

I'm Lydia.

[chronosexual]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Lydia. You seem to be adjusting just fine. And to answer your earlier question, yes, a lot of people do kind of fall apart when they're told their entire life was a lie that someone just made up.

I like to try and make that transition a little easier for people.

[duckface]

I make a point not to listen to stupidity. So I think I'll adjust just fine.

[chronosexual]

Clever girl. Just hang onto that when weird things start happening. It'll really help you out, I think.

[duckface]

Tust me, I'm no stranger to weird.

[chronosexual]

Oh good. You'll be right at home then.