[Charles Stuart - a name she would remember for now as they make their way through the graveyard. How could such a small place seem so vast? She wondered if perhaps it was the desert playing tricks, but she is not dehydrated or hot, just frustrated. And her frustration was currently winning.]
I haven't gone this way yet. [She thinks, as she gestures to her left.] Shall we? [She lifts the parasol of the ground.]
What are the chances, you think, that there is another Charles Stuart? [Very low, she thinks, but the possibility was still there and wouldn't that be awkward?]
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[Charles Stuart - a name she would remember for now as they make their way through the graveyard. How could such a small place seem so vast? She wondered if perhaps it was the desert playing tricks, but she is not dehydrated or hot, just frustrated. And her frustration was currently winning.]
I haven't gone this way yet. [She thinks, as she gestures to her left.] Shall we? [She lifts the parasol of the ground.]
What are the chances, you think, that there is another Charles Stuart? [Very low, she thinks, but the possibility was still there and wouldn't that be awkward?]