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[victoria_stay]

[So, after this weekend, Victoria went to her room and used up all of her crayons and probably broke a few dozen colored pencils to color a picture on the wall. It's in view now. It's of a very, very smiley man holding boxes and a woman and child with expressionless faces staring up at a house surrounded by trees. Victoria's adding finishing touches to one of the trees and she knows the camera is on, but she doesn't look at it directly.

Instead, she's busy frowning at what she's drawing.]

My parents died when I was three. Carla and Mr Fletcher aren't my mom and dad. That was a curse.


[And she wasn't impressed, City.

That being said, though, she has a question.]

Carla, can we still draw?

[She kind of liked that. A lot.]

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[victoria_stay]

[Victoria would have had no clue how to handle that kid and then would try to emulate her because that's how kids behave, right?]

People come back? I don't like that. I want to be gone and stay gone.

[thenormalsquint]

We all do, but some of us aren't that lucky. Maybe you will be.

[victoria_stay]

Where were you before you came back?

[thenormalsquint]

Home. [A pause because she wonders if Victoria is asking for something more specific than just that.] Washington D.C.