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29 May 2007 @ 02:57 pm
Letter to Lucie (Week 29, World Without Oil)  
Dear Lucie,

I'm sending this from work (I love my stick drive!) because thrice-damned British Telecom staunchly maintains that the development does not exist, and so they will not come out to hook up the phone lines.
Tell me what you're doing for Thanksgiving. I want to hear about all of it; I can't get what I'd need for it here, but maybe we could take the thought for the deed, blow some rations and overeat, fall asleep in heaps all over the sitting room in front of the fire. Eat some pumpkin pie for me.

Love,

Lucy

(Author's note: Sadly, there's not enough time left in-game to go into detail as to the workings of the Campbell Midwives' Clinic, but they would be similar to the model of care used at the Oakwood Midwives' Clinic in south London.)
 
 
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