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       A New Holdiay Melody
   DIR By: Kes
       Date: December 18, 2024, 2:33 am
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       [center]Jane Doe
       The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself. — Thales
       of Miletus[/center]
       Career-oriented interior designer returning to Kingfield, Maine
       at Christmas time to inherit something and magically fall in
       love with a sensitive guy in plaid. NPC
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       In her mind, there's a picturesque gazebo adorned with twinkling
       lights and garlands in the middle of a park overlooked by the
       town hall. Standing in front of this is a massive fir, covered
       in more twinkling lights and kitschy play-dough ornaments
       obviously made by the population of the local elementary school.
       A light, fresh dusting of snow covers the grass, but not the
       cobblestone paths leading to brightly lit shops lining the
       street. Vaguely recognizable people walk by bundled up, but
       smiling and chatting as they shop for gifts and sip from
       steaming mugs while sitting at tables by street-facing windows.
       A horse-drawn carriage clatters past off to her left with two
       laughing couples, one older, one her age.
       Above, the sky is slowly deepening from a gorgeous rosy sunset
       to twilight, a sprinkle of stars just beginning to appear. A
       warm amber glow comes from old-fashioned streetlights.
       At the edge of the park holding the gazebo, a sign festooned
       with more garlands proclaims "Welcome to Kingfield."
       Of course, none of this is how the real Kingfield, Maine looks.
       The real town is a fairly typical small New England town, with a
       downtown filled with a mix of mom-and-pop storefronts and a few
       empty ones here and there, a few fast food restaurants, a
       regional gas station convenience store chain, a regional chain
       grocery store. But the town office isn't a stately Victorian
       mansion overlooking a large park. It's a perfectly utilitarian,
       relatively modern repurposed house with a small sign out front.
       There's no gazebo, no monstrous tree.
       In her mind, she's an interior designer annoyed that she has to
       come back to Kingfield from The Big City™ to meet with her
       uncle's lawyer so she can inherit (and immediately sell) his
       beautiful, stately old Victorian house. Of course, she
       anticipates pushback from the Historical Society, since the town
       is somewhat famous for its Victorian architecture, and Uncle
       Walter's is one of the best examples.
       In reality, Uncle Walter works at the bottling plant and lives
       in a perfectly serviceable clapboard house built in the forties,
       and she works at The Woodsman, a breakfast-and-lunch restaurant,
       and Rolling Fatties, a local burrito spot and food truck. She's
       lived in Kingfield her entire life, and is content to do so.
       But right now, she's walking down the street with a mixture of
       faint annoyance and determination on her face, all but ignoring
       everyone greeting her.
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