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Am I just not cool enough to get a roommate?

Still here, by the way.

Can I get a roll call or something?

This is probably sort of belated, but I've been busy. Like. Really. You don't even know.

That sounds weak even to me. Let's move on.

So. Summer. What do people do here? That aren't, like. Summer camp age. Definitely outgrew that at fourteen years old. Can't really do internships anymore, that's pretty much off the table. I mean, I guess I still could, but wow, let's not get sidetracked.

I don't know if I want a job. I'm still figuring that out. Just a way to pass the time is all I'm really looking for. Does this question get asked constantly? I bet it does. I'm not looking.

Okay, here's a really morbid question. I have a good reason for asking, just bear with me. Is there a cemetery here? There has to be. Near the hospital, maybe? God.

How do people sign off on their posts? I'm just full of great questions today. It feels weird just leaving it, you know? I haven't done the online blogging thing since, uh. Ever? Right. Okay, whatever. If anyone wants to reach me personally, the important people should have my number. Thanks.

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Guess we still win the clone lottery. At least for now.

ETA?

Did other-Gwen still you she was actually a clone-clone too?

[ lightly knocks on window frame. hi. ]

[ Stares at her phone. Stares at him. Goes over to it. ]

She's what?

[ Steps back enough to let him in. ]

[ climbs all the way in and straightens himself out. pushes glasses up. omg gwen i only have one pair of contacts right now. fml ]

She told me she was a clone! I didn't ...ask for further details about that? Maybe it's- Um. A touchy subject. But that's what she said. I have no idea how that works.

[ yeah but the glasses are cute on him honestly. ]

Wow. God. I am really, sincerely hoping that's not a feature that's carrying over between parallel universes. Or my parents-- my- mom would have a lot of explaining to do.

[ Dammit. She presses a hand to her mouth. In her other hand, her phone buzzes, and she glances at it. ]

... I thiiink I just got my answer on where the cemetery is.

[ fidgets. He's mentally cringing. Sorry, I got your dad murdered and now parent isn't plural anymore. ]

I ..don't think half of the stuff they got going on would carry over. [ Hopefully. ]

Is it close?

[ She thinks of alt-Pete's revelation.

And she very sincerely hopes that her Peter is right.

Gwen tucks her phone in her pocket and breathes deep, reasserting her composure. ]

Iiii'm not sure. Apparently it's on the north edge of town? According to Tim. He's pretty reliable. [ Gwen pauses, then takes a step closer, reaching out with one hand to tangle her fingers with Peter's. ]

... thanks. For -- doing this with me. It -- it means a lot.

[ He might have missed certain parts of alternate Peter's revelations. On purpose. He stopped reading them once he mentioned the mask thing. He doesn't really want to think about consequences to that. ]

North edge...? That's. Okay from what I could tell we're in the center-ish of the town so we just... go north, I guess. He would know. [ because he's friggin Robin. ]

[ Peter bites his lip for a second then looks ahead, carefully taking her hand and lacing they're fingers together ]

No problem.

[ Gwen's smile is a little wounded. Then she nods, composes herself, and steps away from him toward her bedroom door. ]

North. North sounds like a plan. You're okay with -- the old fashioned way, right? Walking? [ Said with mild humor as she steps out. ]

Yes. That's good. I can to the leg thing. [ He follows closely after her, smiling very slightly in amusement. ]

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