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Oh, I keep meaning to mention. I came back from my 7-month trip around southern South America, and finished drawing my journal comic about it. That journal comic run starts here.
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Lasper entered the upstairs lounge of his ship. Val and Audri were still passed out, and Picknar was sitting there, watching Val. Lasper said, “You shouldn’t be in here.” Picknar said, “I know. You told me that it might upset them to see Thoos or myself, that it might impede their recovery. But, I just had to come and look at her, Lasper. “I mean, that’s me.” Lasper replied, “I can imagine how that feels.” Picknar crossed their arms and said, “I don’t think you can. I mean, I’ve been in that body.” Wide-eyed, Lasper looked at Picknar, and then looked away guiltily while whistling.
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Well then, I can imagine to an extent.
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“Val, you’re awake!”
“I had the strangest… dream…”
“Anything you’d like to share?”
::whistling intesifies::
“…NnnnOPE. I think I’ve had enough sharing.”