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Who is this sassy lost child
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((G063 Natali Greer start))

No matter how hard she tried, Natali couldn't seem to keep from stumbling. Part of it was simple sleep deprivation, though heaven knew she'd had enough forced sleep over the past day. For the most part, it was shock and the single-mindedness she was forcing on herself so that she didn't just collapse and start crying.

She was heading for the beach, needing to see something even vaguely familiar for some kind of comfort. Maybe she'd take a quick dip to try and clear her head, or maybe through some kind of miracle she'd see a species of starfish that only grew in one place on Earth and she could shout their location to all the cameras and they'd be rescued and the nightmare would be over. As impossible as that probably was, it was a nice thought, so she stumbled on, map clutched in one hand and the crowbar she'd found in her bag in the other.

Natali stopped when the ground under her feet turned to white sand and she closed he'd eyes, taking a minute to breathe in the salty air. When she looked up again, two figures a ways down the beach caught her eye.

Boys from her class. People, finally.

That one was Adam Morgan, she could quickly tell, and the other... Manny? No, Maynard, that was his name. Both of them were nice enough, and any friendly faces were a welcome sight now. "Hey!" Natali called out, starting toward them.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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