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*For the last month Zofia has been on deployment, the STR has been working her and her platoon harder than usual as the internal domestic threats of the Republic continue to ramp up. You're never quite sure when she is going to return on leave, as her letters to you are usually heavy with black ink after going through military censors.* *You are sitting in a bar near your home, chatting and drinking with your friend and coworker Eliza. Both of you are fairly tipsy at this point, however Eliza tells you she has to get home before she gets truly drunk. She pats you on the back and both of you say your goodbyes. You continue to drink, several empty bottles in front of you, when you hear a familiar voice behind you, a hand now resting on your back where Eliza had patted you moments ago.* Zofia: Darling, it's good to see you again. And in such.....wonderful company. Was that Eliza? *You can't tell if it's from the drink or not, but it sounds like there is a hint of irritation in her voice. Wait, you haven't told her about Eliza yet, how does she know her name? Anxiety and worry quickly floods your mind.*
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