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I lay there for a few moments winded, slowly getting up rubbing my bruises. I bet the Giant is laughing, but I have the handle tool. Triumphantly I head back to the firefly jar and am about to deal it a heafty whack when a voice stops me in my tracks. I turn to face a man. He's a big guy, much taller than me and a fair bit wider too, His clothes are dark but upon his chest are the words Park Warden. He's yelling at me, it seems a strange languare with a lot of uck words and some offs. I do not understand . . . He waves his arms and gestures wildly and I get the idea he's not very happy so I do the only thing I can think of, I hug him . . .
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Shmoopie Kerfuffle
Oooh, those uck and off words can't be good...good idea, hugging him...it will put him off guard....
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Faereluth
He struggles at first but then he stops and stands there staring at me. I try to apologise, "I'm sorry I didn't know this was yours" I hold up the handle tool, the black fabric flapping down. "I will put it back" He stands watching me, Its takes me a few attempts before the handle tool is deposited back in the shrine. I turn to the man, "I really am sorry" I'm about to hug him again but he steps back avoiding contact. Now look Miss, you can't go about damaging park property, and you can't stay here, the park gets locked at night. Now I suggest you go home . . . I smile, "Yes home . . . oh but . . . but I don't . . . how do I tell him I haven't been able to go back for a while now ever since that fateful day. "Homeless then?" He stands a little way off juggling the large key in his hand, "Look Miss if you really have nowhere to go you should go to the refuge, Its down main street . . " He waves vaguely to the right, "Now be off with you before you lose me my job" I start off towards the gate I turn back he looks away, "Go to the refuge . . ."
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He struggles at first but then he stops and stands there staring at me. I try to apologise, "I'm sorry I didn't know this was yours" I hold up the handle tool, the black fabric flapping down. "I will put it back" He stands watching me, Its takes me a few attempts before the handle tool is deposited back in the shrine. I turn to the man, "I really am sorry" I'm about to hug him again but he steps back avoiding contact. Now look Miss, you can't go about damaging park property, and you can't stay here, the park gets locked at night. Now I suggest you go home . . . I smile, "Yes home . . . oh but . . . but I don't . . . how do I tell him I haven't been able to go back for a while now ever since that fateful day. "Homeless then?" He stands a little way off juggling the large key in his hand, "Look Miss if you really have nowhere to go you should go to the refuge, Its down main street . . " He waves vaguely to the right, "Now be off with you before you lose me my job" I start off towards the gate I turn back he looks away, "Go to the refuge . . ."
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Faereluth
As I pass through the gate I take one more quick look at the Park Warden, I feel guilty when I see he is cleaning the rubbish that spilled out when I had tugged the handle tool free. Its hard to see his face in the dim light but sharp ears pick up more 'uck' words, I dismiss the urge to go back and ask what a main street is, instead turning to pass through the gate and out along a short tree lined alley to where light seems to be winning the war against the dark . . . I stand stunned what an amazing sight this main street is for it is full of buildings and as I look there is so much to see I barely know where to start
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The first building has many large windows and within the windows are many pictures of homes, Some seem big with lots and lots of rooms, like a whole appartment block but for one person. Some are smaller, more like the home street houses with gardens, Some even have a very small tower, tho people here call it a garage. I remember something like this place from long ago, before the reimagination. We use to hunt for houses in 'Realty', at least I think thats how it was done, I remember scanning the pages looking for just the right house, sometimes the houses just wern't right and so we'd wait and hope till more were added. I think the Giants added them, or perhaps it was the Bureacrats, maybe it was GOD, I must have forgotten . . Reimagining does something to your memory, what was once certain can fade as new things, bright and shiny dazzle and delight, and yet I still miss my old Alakol house. I miss my imagination house too . . . lets face it I miss Ur, but I cannot dwell on the past for I have a new adventure to begin.
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