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CHAPTER 4 - HIMIKO
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2022-01-02 02:04:57CHAPTER 4
Himiko
18:30 Hours
It had already been a long, tedious shift. So far, the only excitement was with the vagrant and urine, Maxine's paranoia, and Keegs’ drunkenness. Since they were both settled, we were back to boredom, at least for now.
The deep November chill had set in. The window defogger had become our only heat source because the RMP vents didn’t work.
Though we hadn't reached Thanksgiving, the Christmas season was showing. So much of the town already bore the lights and cheer that it brought. Though Christmas was my favorite time of year, it was coming way too soon.
Maxine was quiet. She mostly stared out of the window and bit her nails, a habit she had since before I knew her.
"Central to any unit near Potter Church."
The radio broke Maxine from her trance.
"Not tonight, Kelly. Please
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