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❝ You are a beginning. ❞
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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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GEORGIA SET UP her makeshift quarters in the back room; sandwiched between the fireplace and the shelves. Though it was less practical than being at the front-of-house, it granted her privacy.
And it ensured me, some much desired space.
I took in the shop once more, before propping up a ladder underneath the hole in the roof. I lifted the now unfolded tarpaulin-gram, and watched as it fastened itself to the jagged edges of the ceiling and tile. I ensured that it completely covered the exposed area, before climbing back down the ladder.
"Looks...practical," Georgia remarked as she came to stand beside me. "At least we'll stay dry."
"That is the idea," I sighed, raking a hand through the loose ends of my hair. The teenage girl had braided a crown and pinned it back at the top of my head, ensuring that my hair would stay out of my face. "...Now we can get started on the rest of this mess," I hinted.
Georgia looked me as though she was wondering how much force it would take for her to strangle me. Which would be impossible, but that did not look like it would deter her from trying.
I folded my muscled arms, ignoring the roar of pain.
"I am not asking you to do much," I assured her. "When I am done clearing the glass and debris, you can mop or dust," I suggested. "Or you can organise the stock that I do have left in the back room."
