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     “A bundle of joy, indeed.” 

     It’s with laughter that Cinna folds his daughter into
     his arms.  How  fortunate  he would be to have a
     child that would return love to him,  paired with an
     understanding soul.  

     “Thank you.” 

     With a hum, he pulls back,   pressing a kiss to her
     forehead as he goes. 

     “——What’s the smelly bundle working on, today?” 

     “Oh , you know. A little bit of everything to keep me from losing
       my mind here           Which doesn’t take too much these days.” 

       Her art wasn’t nearly as terrific as Cinna’s; nor did she expect to
       amount to something so magnificent. Tattooing was her escape
       from reality, and people were too scared to commit to something
       so permanent.

       “A few cancellations, nothing new. So now I’m eating all the
        chocolates to kill time.”