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[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

Maria is singing quietly to herself--Ani Difranco, if you want specifics--as she sits, curled up in a booth, with a copy of The Wizard of Oz.

Some books you're never too old for.

Her mun has no idea how good she'll be about replying, but will try.

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[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

A white rose appears on the bar for her. It is in full bloom, and smells incredibly sweet. The accompanying card simply reads Maria. There is no other clue as to the intentions of its sender. But there seems to be nothing threatening about this. It even has the thorns removed.

This time.

[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

Maria blinks.

And sniffs the rose before tucking it into her book.

And simply assumes it's from Michael.