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		<title>Nika at 14:50, 16 June 2009</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Nala, I .... really need to talk. I don&amp;#039;t think I&amp;#039;ll be home any time&lt;br /&gt;
soon, but... I really want to be. God, I miss you. Send me a wave back,&lt;br /&gt;
okay? Tell me how everyone&amp;#039;s doing. Love you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nika, you don&amp;#039;t sound right. What&amp;#039;s going on out there? Come home. If&lt;br /&gt;
you need to, come home anytime you want. Things are good here. Your&lt;br /&gt;
nephew&amp;#039;s growing by leaps and bounds, I can barely keep the kid in&lt;br /&gt;
clothes. The ranch is doing well. Your old crew stopped in several&lt;br /&gt;
months ago, dropped off some really nice bolts of cloth and a new sewing&lt;br /&gt;
machine! Was that your doing? Let me know if you&amp;#039;re heading for Georgia,&lt;br /&gt;
okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nala, ..... No, the sewing machine wasn&amp;#039;t my doing. *laugh* Must have&lt;br /&gt;
been Harry or Shyla. I doubt the guys would have thought of it. What&lt;br /&gt;
were they doing on Boros? Never mind, I&amp;#039;m sure they didn&amp;#039;t bother to&lt;br /&gt;
say. I&amp;#039;m glad they stopped in to check on you, though, that makes me&lt;br /&gt;
feel a little better. I, uhm.... Well, I guess my problem is twofold. I&lt;br /&gt;
got into some trouble and got shot not too long ago. I&amp;#039;m okay now, but&lt;br /&gt;
it&amp;#039;s making me.... think about some stuff. Nal.... do you think Dad was&lt;br /&gt;
mad at me for not coming home after the war? Do you... are you mad at me&lt;br /&gt;
for leaving the ranch in your hands?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nika, what in heaven&amp;#039;s name are you blathering about? Dad was //never//&lt;br /&gt;
upset at you for staying out that? Shi, girl, he knew from the time you&lt;br /&gt;
were like.... I don&amp;#039;t know.... TWELVE? that you were not going to stay&lt;br /&gt;
here and work the ranch. Let me tell you a secret. After you left to go&lt;br /&gt;
to the war, I found Daddy sitting on the porch one night looking at the&lt;br /&gt;
stars. He looked weird, so I stood there a while and waited. And&lt;br /&gt;
finally, he looked at me and said, &amp;#039;Don&amp;#039;t take this wrong, little girl,&lt;br /&gt;
but I&amp;#039;m really glad you&amp;#039;re not an adventurous sort.&amp;#039; I must have looked&lt;br /&gt;
somewhat befuddled, because he laughed then and he said he&amp;#039;d known since&lt;br /&gt;
you were a toddler that you wouldn&amp;#039;t stay on Boros. Didn&amp;#039;t know how he&lt;br /&gt;
knew, but something about the way you used to sit in the yard and stare&lt;br /&gt;
at the sky must have given him .... insight. He told me that night that&lt;br /&gt;
he&amp;#039;d been waiting for you to show interest in flying or something&lt;br /&gt;
literally from that time on, and when you finally did, he knew from the&lt;br /&gt;
first time you put your butt in a cockpit that you were just going to go&lt;br /&gt;
one day and not come back. Or at least... only for visits. So no... Dad&lt;br /&gt;
was not mad at you for not being home. If he&amp;#039;d had time to feel anything&lt;br /&gt;
at all, I think his only feeling was of regret that he couldn&amp;#039;t wait for&lt;br /&gt;
you to //get// home. His heart was giving him trouble for a long time&lt;br /&gt;
before that, but it was one of those &amp;#039;could be anytime, could be 50&lt;br /&gt;
years from now&amp;#039; kinds of things. I&amp;#039;m sorry you&amp;#039;ve been carrying that&lt;br /&gt;
with you for so long. And hell no, I&amp;#039;m not mad at you -- I&amp;#039;m the one who&lt;br /&gt;
pushed you out the door that last time. Though I admit to being&lt;br /&gt;
surprised that you didn&amp;#039;t go right back to Harbinger. What happened with&lt;br /&gt;
that, anyway?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nala.... thanks. I needed to hear you say it. Honestly, I don&amp;#039;t know&lt;br /&gt;
why I didn&amp;#039;t go back. Part of it was just... Dad&amp;#039;s death. Part was your&lt;br /&gt;
asshole husband&amp;#039;s death and the trial. Part of it was... just needing&lt;br /&gt;
something different. The crew I&amp;#039;m running with right now is definitely&lt;br /&gt;
that. And we&amp;#039;ve run across Harbinger once out here, which was nice...&lt;br /&gt;
though I had to skip out on a barbecue dinner. That sucked. *grin*&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nika, Awww. Well, bring your new friends home too. You know we&amp;#039;ll be&lt;br /&gt;
thrilled to see you. Listen... I don&amp;#039;t know what&amp;#039;s got you in a twist&lt;br /&gt;
out there, but seriously.... talk to me about it. I want to hear, and&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;#039;ll help if I can. You just don&amp;#039;t sound right, baby sister.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nala, you&amp;#039;re barely ten minutes older&amp;#039;n me, what&amp;#039;s with &amp;#039;baby sister&amp;#039;?&lt;br /&gt;
Brat. If we get back that way, I&amp;#039;ll definitely let you know.... but as&lt;br /&gt;
to what&amp;#039;s on my mind? I..... I&amp;#039;m not sure I should tell you in a&lt;br /&gt;
Wave.... you know those thunderstorms we used to watch roll in? When I&lt;br /&gt;
got hurt, I had a lot of dreams. Nightmares, really... a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;
seems to be unresolved in my head. Shooting the asshole, sleeping with a&lt;br /&gt;
friend&amp;#039;s guy -- I didn&amp;#039;t //know// he was her guy! I swear it!! -- Dad&lt;br /&gt;
dying, leaving Harbinger... just... a lot of stuff I guess I thought I&lt;br /&gt;
had under control that I don&amp;#039;t. And I want to come home, but I don&amp;#039;t&lt;br /&gt;
think that&amp;#039;s going to fix it, truthfully. I just... need to wade through&lt;br /&gt;
the black in my head, you know?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Nika, you always did overthink things. Stop making it so hard on&lt;br /&gt;
yourself, will you? As to the guy... sheesh. So not touching that! Love&lt;br /&gt;
you, sis.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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