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When Father Marcus approached Ocean about the choir outing, she really should have known better than to agree. Yet, here she was... at the edge of the woods surrounding Uranium City... with five other people... preparing for a hike. It was fine... until she opened her mouth.
Ocean cringed after she said it. "Ricky, do you need any help on the trails, sweetie?"
So yes, everything was fine. On one hand, she was seated in a chair. On the other, her arms were burning, and the wheels caught on every branch and stick in sight. Ricky rolled right by her.
