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Attic JumperNeighborhoods are curious things. They’re just rows of houses lining either side of the street. It had snowed recently, but the sun had come out and water had started dripping down the sides of houses and the last remaining icicles were falling from the trimmings or melting away. The neighbors themselves all had various jobs, and if they weren’t at their job they were home inside there house; it was rare indeed to see more than one person at a time out on their lawn. The specific neighborhood of question was middle income, with not much going on, with average cars parked in front of average houses,Attic Jumper


SplintersHe's a mariner, or atleast was; though now you couldn’t tell through the hazy fog of north east harbors. City lights burn through the haze to cast a brilliant orange glow on my face as he traverse from shipyard to tavern to warehouse to shipyard again. "Business is slow after shipwreck," he thought, I’ll bear witness to that." To be a ship hand after tragedy is one thing, but to be captain is completely different. All of my his disbanded and joined other crews, but not the captain, "I’ll be the first to admit the faults in pride." Days go faster, ‘tis a tragedy when rebuilding becomes habit.Splinters
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