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LXXIX. Plaid (87)
"Mal?" Frida called the first morning of moving in with her fiance. "Where do you keep your heavy coats?" She opened a storage closet on the second floor, "Nevermind."
She pulled down an old blanket, and something came tumbling out of it and cracked Frida on the bridge of her nose. "Ow!" The woman rubbed her face and looked down at a plaid flask.
Wait. What?
"Were you ever a drunken lumberjack, Mal?"
"Nah, I was an honary Mountie." Malachi replied from the bottom of the stairs.
'Smarty.' A small smile graced Frida's lips as she picked the flask off the floor.
--Thanks to HannahLongbottom for permission to use her character and for helping with dialogue. ^^
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