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Finn smirked, "cmon you gotta think of something," |
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Sera rolls her eyes, "Wanna go for a walk?" |
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Finn smiled and nodded. "Sure," |
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Sera stands up, offering her hand |
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Finn smiled and took her hand, standing up. |
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Sera walked out of the tent, smiling widely. |
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Finn held her hand, walking with her, but keeping his head down as the burn scars still marred his face. |
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Sera looks around, smiling as birds flew overhead |
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Finnegan Larson - Finn kept his head down. |
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Sera squeezes his hand gently, continuing to walk |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
