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[nolongerhunted]

The dead blond hasn't really thought about the letter that she'd written to Sam... okay, she hadn't thought about it a lot. It had hurt to write but that was neither here nor there. Not anymore. For the moment though she was outside in the garden. Well, laying out near it anyway. The smells of the flowers and just the air around her was good. It felt nice out too.

So that's how anyone coming outside would find her. Laying out by the garden, blue eyes shut. Hey, she was comfortable. Doesn't mean she can't be bothered though.