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Today, Rose was in the garage, working on her bike. She had, of course, with help from Pops, built it with her own two hands. Good father-daughter project. And regular maintenance was very important. You took care of the things that mattered.
Currently, she was in the midst of changing the oil.
All together, she'd be forced to admit, things were going pretty well. The school was set to open again soon for the fall term, the first under its reorganized status. She had a thing, so to speak, with a pretty fun guy, even if it wasn't really regular (and not that she wanted anything serious anyway).
And on an even more personal level, she was pretty happy with who she was. She knew who her biological mother was, and in the end, it didn't matter who her biological father was. Pops was her dad, and that was all that mattered.
So surely some other shoe was going to drop. Life rarely went that easy for the X-Men.
In the meantime, though, there was stuff to do.
Currently, she was in the midst of changing the oil.
All together, she'd be forced to admit, things were going pretty well. The school was set to open again soon for the fall term, the first under its reorganized status. She had a thing, so to speak, with a pretty fun guy, even if it wasn't really regular (and not that she wanted anything serious anyway).
And on an even more personal level, she was pretty happy with who she was. She knew who her biological mother was, and in the end, it didn't matter who her biological father was. Pops was her dad, and that was all that mattered.
So surely some other shoe was going to drop. Life rarely went that easy for the X-Men.
In the meantime, though, there was stuff to do.
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