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A little while back, Chris found himself in one of Darrow's bookshops. He hadn't meant to go in, but there'd been this fuckin' amazing display in the window, stacked high with books on flowers, and before he knew it, his face was pressed up against the window, while he tried to figure out how they got it to do that without toppling over.

He went in to ask someone-- the manager or something-- but got distracted, by, of all things, a book on Darrow records. He bought it without a second thought, and spent the rest of the night reading up on Darrow's biggest sandwich and the longest someone in Darrow's stayed awake and the biggest sandcastle.

It ain't even that big, really.

Which is why Chris is spending his day off on the beach today with a couple of those sand buckets, a couple of little shovels and loads of sand. He reckons with a couple hours work, he can manage to beat it. Ten feet isn't even all that tall, when you think about it.

Alright, so maybe he'll have to get a ladder, near the end, but for now, he's got his mound of sand, and he's adding to it, the indentations in the sand his bare feet make getting deeper the longer he digs.

This is gonna take most of the afternoon.

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"Another weird place like this, actually," Chris replies, "Place you can't leave, with people from all over and stuff. Only it was just an island, no city or anything. Everyone lived in huts."

He still misses it, sometimes. But enough people from there are in Darrow that it's not as wank as it'd be otherwise. He still misses Cassie all the time, though, and hopes she'll turn up eventually.

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"Oh, yeah, I know a few people who lived there before here," Abby says, nodding, wondering what that would have been like for her. Darrow holds the familiarity of any major city, so it's easy enough to forget that she's trapped, sometimes. Regardless, her life is infinitely better than it was back home, lonely and always lingering on the past. "Which do you like better?" she asks, genuinely curious.

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"You didn't need a job there," Chris says, "So maybe the island. It was alright."

Though, he didn't really know Cissie there. They'd maybe met once or twice, but if going back there meant not remembering any of the past year with her, then he wouldn't do it.

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"Oh, yeah, I'll bet," Abby says, nodding, although she kind of likes her job. That's less about the money, though, and more about having something to do. If she really wanted for nothing but the basics, she could easily live on the money that randomly turns up in her bank account every month without fail. "So you work somewhere, here, then?"

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"Yeah, a mate of mine owns a record shop," Chris says, and he knows that's what they call them, even though they don't sell too many records. It's mostly CDs and DVDs and stuff. He thinks maybe he'll ask Eduardo why it's like that.

"It's alright. Better than when I sold properties, back home, at least. How about you?"