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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Kagome listened absently to the ruckus emanating throughout the apartment, almost completely relaxed in the presence of her friends and family. Using the handheld masher her mother insisted upon, she continued to smash the potatoes, adding milk, butter and rosemary periodically. The kitchen was warm and the quiet swell of the three other women's voices only further helped Kagome feel...calm. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"It was finally Thanksgiving and she loved the fact that both of their families were mixing so well. Partly she had known they would, considering the big family dinner they had had a couple of months ago; despite the...overall end of the meal, there had been no actual arguments or fiascos. With all of his family here too, it helped Kagome push out of her mind the fact that he had been oddly distant ever since the incident with the demon exterminating a few weeks ago. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"It wasn't hard to tell that he was pushing her away but she didn't understand why. Maybe he thought she was getting too attached and that thought in itself hurt, before she buried it under all the other thoughts racing through her mind. When a gentle hand settled on her wrist, Kagome looked up at Fuiasu in surprise./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;""If these had once had a heart beat, they would not anymore," she said dryly, carefully taking the masher from the girl. It was hard to see past the warm smile and bright blue eyes, but Fuiasu could tell by the shadows in those eyes that Kagome was drifting away from them all, too lost in her thoughts to focus on the holiday./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count - 267/p
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p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Kagome listened absently to the ruckus emanating throughout the apartment, almost completely relaxed in the presence of her friends and family. Using the handheld masher her mother insisted upon, she continued to smash the potatoes, adding milk, butter and rosemary periodically. The kitchen was warm and the quiet swell of the three other women's voices only further helped Kagome feel...calm. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"It was finally Thanksgiving and she loved the fact that both of their families were mixing so well. Partly she had known they would, considering the big family dinner they had had a couple of months ago; despite the...overall end of the meal, there had been no actual arguments or fiascos. With all of his family here too, it helped Kagome push out of her mind the fact that he had been oddly distant ever since the incident with the demon exterminating a few weeks ago. /p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"It wasn't hard to tell that he was pushing her away but she didn't understand why. Maybe he thought she was getting too attached and that thought in itself hurt, before she buried it under all the other thoughts racing through her mind. When a gentle hand settled on her wrist, Kagome looked up at Fuiasu in surprise./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;""If these had once had a heart beat, they would not anymore," she said dryly, carefully taking the masher from the girl. It was hard to see past the warm smile and bright blue eyes, but Fuiasu could tell by the shadows in those eyes that Kagome was drifting away from them all, too lost in her thoughts to focus on the holiday./p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"o.O.o/p
p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px;"Word Count - 267/p
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