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Cosette was heading out later this evening to meet her father at the causeway, because there was of course no question as to whether she'd be spending Christmas with him. But since he was helping to serve Christmas dinner at a shelter in Baltimore, it would be another hour or so before he came to pick her up, leaving her to while away the time in a long walk around the island.
[OOC: Reiterating the cut text for the sake of layouts that don't have it any more: content warning for discussion and a brief depiction of child abuse in this post. Dialogue in the flashback bit is taken from the Wilbour translation of Les Misérables, and I have been waiting to do this post for a goddamn year.]
Some of the shop windows were dark already, and every now and then the lights in another one would go out; Cosette found the effect rather pretty, and couldn't help smiling.
[OOC: Reiterating the cut text for the sake of layouts that don't have it any more: content warning for discussion and a brief depiction of child abuse in this post. Dialogue in the flashback bit is taken from the Wilbour translation of Les Misérables, and I have been waiting to do this post for a goddamn year.]
