Outside MCA, Saturday Afternoon

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April might have hated most things, but there were some simple pleasures that she always enjoyed, and sleeping on the couch was at the top of the list.

The good news was that when she woke up today, she no longer felt antsy and inclined to bang random breakfast-making guys or vampires or whatever or tell random British chicks they were hot. The bad news was that she was, you know, awake.

Begrudgingly, April groaned, got out of bed, affixed Cliff's leash to his collar and took him outside, looking not unlike a zombie. A zombie who wore pajamas.

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And suddenly: child.

Said child was blonde and big-eyed and wearing a sweater vest. If April had been a little older, those might have been sufficient warning signs for her to be wary. Not today, though.

"Mom!"