How Mary met February

How Mary met February

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February got enough. People are way too laud, their smiles are way too wide. Especially considering their teeth, which mostly aren't beautiful enough to be shown to others so aimlessly. And then there are winters. They are way too warm. Oh, and Time. She is the worst. Mary wasn't dead. But she wasn't alive either. In fact, she was one of the few people, who could cross the boundaries of the Worlds. She was always walking on the edge. But when the Worlds are growing more and more apart from each other, which one will she choose? And what will she do about a girl that she just can't get rid of?
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