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God had decided to test Georgia Lee today, it seemed, and He had sent a plague of immigrants to do so.

She liked Maxim well enough. She'd never seen much of him, but in what little time they'd spent together she'd found him to be friendly and direct.

Everyone knew he was gay, of course, but he'd never made a fuss about it, and Georgia Lee appreciated that. Love was love, sure, but she'd seen gay pride parades on television and some of that was just... distasteful. There were children watching, and those people were waving who knows what about. It wasn't appropriate, but people let them get away with it because they felt guilty about how badly the gays had been treated in the past.They had been treated badly, certainly, but Georgia Lee didn't think that should give them a license to just do whatever they wanted, now.

Maxim, at least, wasn't like those ones. He was alright for the most part, though right at this moment he was getting on her nerves.

She'd clearly just sat down. Asking to speak to Cristo alone like that, well... maybe they did things differently in Germany, but in Kingman Arizona that was just plain rude. Her already sour mood only soured further, and she decided that running further would be the best cure for her current temperament. It was clear that nothing would be gained by sticking around here, anyway.

Georgia Lee stood back up, again using Cristo's shoulder as a makeshift handrail. The shoulder in question was firm and muscular, and he barely moved under her weight. She put her hands on the small of her back and lent backwards, her spine making a satisfying popping noise as she stretched.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to get in the way of your deep and meaningful. I should probably get back to my run, anyhow."

She put her hand on the middle of Cristo's back, and bent down so her head was level with his. She could feel his skin through the fabric of his shirt, warm and damp. He smelt of grass and sweat and deodorant.

"Don't beat yourself up about the thing with Will. It was a hell of a pitch, on your part."

Her face was inches away from his, and she fought the sudden impulse to kiss him. His cheek was right by her mouth; she could just brush her lips over it before running off, it wouldn't even mean anything. There were droplets of sweat beading his face, and Georgia Lee couldn't stop herself from wondering how they might taste.

This was ridiculous, she didn't even like Cristo; it was just that the poor boy looked so downcast. It hurt her heart to see the wretchedness in his face.

It was a certain type of girl though, that went around kissing boys she didn't like. That wasn't the type of girl Georgia Lee ever wanted to be known as, and so she pulled her face away, and stood up instead.

Perhaps Maxim would cheer him up. She found the thought surprisingly upsetting, but didn't dwell on what this might mean. Instead she began to walk towards the track, turning to look over her shoulder and waving.

"I'll see you at the batting cages sometime Cristo! Nice to see you, Maxim!"

[Georgia Lee Day continued in Monsters of the Dark Continent: the Fauna of Africa]
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