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Posted by Tempest on Jul 28, 2016 11:28:05 GMT -6
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Feb 3, 2024 10:42:17 GMT -6
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Devon nodded, chuckling briefly and smiling at the compliment. "Thanks, we're doing what we can," he nodded again. "And yes a half-way or even long term house. I'm trying to encourage the community aspect as well for kids who just need somewhere to crash after school, but also for adults who might be looking for like-minded people, a little community outreach, and even those who need someone to talk to."
"Thanks, I hope she contacts you soon," he waved Elliott off. Devon wasn't completely beyond believing the man was an alien - stranger things happened - but it sure seemed he was a mutant in need of something. If he ever wanted it, hopefully he'd return and try to find that.
After Elliott had finished writing his message with Lisa, Devon was already heading into the office he shared with the other volunteers. "Welcome!" he shouted, and headed through the door.
"Have a good day... sir," Lisa said with a thin smile to the alien man.
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