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    The Fall – Chapter 2

    Out of habit, she bumped her gently and assured, "I’m all right, we’ll be all right." 
    "I know," Blair said with a heave of her shoulders. "You came just in time; we’re almost there, look." 
    She gazed out into the ocean, eyes squinting in the sun and was able to make out the tiny shape of buildings in the horizon. She breathed, "We’re finally here." 
    Blair leaned in until her face was inches away. "Welcome to London." 
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    Paris, France 
    It was the feel of the sun on her face that woke her, shining with just a clipping of light from the winter sky. Maggie Stone slowly peeled open her eyes and tilted her head. A smile graced her face at the sight of the naked woman beside her: raven hair tousled, limbs tangled in sheets and a light snore emitting from her slightly opened mouth. 
    She quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake her sleeping companion, letting out a gasp as her feet touched the cold floor. Tiptoeing to the sole armchair that sat in her small flat, she pulled out a hand rolled cigarette from the shirt tossed over it. She pushed the window wide open and lit the cigarette, the tip glowing, her lips pulling hard, letting the smoke drift out the window. 
    The world was awake before her on the street below, filled with people going about their daily business as a few children played on the pavement, their voices traveling upwards to her apartment. She adored mornings like these when she felt refreshed and everything was teeming with possibilities. 
    The numbness that coated her heart was slowly, but surely, dissipating; she could breathe again. It wasn’t so long ago when all she could see and feel was bleakness, its sinewy fingers dragging at her being, plunging her into despair. 
    Kind-minded people told her that it would get easier. She scoffed at them, how could someone recover from losing everything? She wanted to get away from it all, to run as far as she could. So, her cousin, David Hayward, put her on the first ship to Paris, allowing her to stay at his flat. 
    Despite the progress she had made, there was still a part of her that she kept chained up. It was the only way she felt she could hold on to the past. 

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    1. Layla-Gray!! You’re back! And you are too funny dragging Jo and Blair and Bianca and Maggie right along with you! I couldn’t have been happier to see your name pop up. And which is greater, this wacky crossover of women or setting it all during WWII??? Welcome Back, great start!

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