He quickly scrambles to beat her to the bag. It's all dirty now and so is he, as he realizes he's letting off a small dust cloud just by moving.
"I'm sorry about your bag." He stands downwind and gives it a gentle brushing. "That's one truth about living out here though. Dust gets into everything. Sometimes I wonder if I'm writing with stumps of sand instead of chalk."
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Date: 2013-12-30 05:46 am (UTC)From:"I'm sorry about your bag." He stands downwind and gives it a gentle brushing. "That's one truth about living out here though. Dust gets into everything. Sometimes I wonder if I'm writing with stumps of sand instead of chalk."