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SEVERAL HOURS AFTER SUPPLY DROP, DAY 17

[springrolls]

[There's a folded white sweatshirt in the snow outside Annie's rover, almost blending into the backdrop if it weren't for the chickenscratch note peeking out from one pocket. It just reads ANNIE, because Connie still doesn't know how to feel about all of this - her, Reiner, Bertholt, everything.

There were a couple of earlier drafts of a potential note, but they're all tossed now.]

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[ It's strange to see it. She didn't generally receive presents.

Still, after taking it inside, she ends up folding the paper to put away for now. ]