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📷VINTAGE📷

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ℱ𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈.

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Sims the Season: Dancing

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Making memories around the campfire, as a family.

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Finally tested out the Cup of Tea mod and now my sims can be tea addicts like me.

Very satisfactory.

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𝒜 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇.

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Two hours later, they were still at the bar, enjoying the drinks and the music. Once the bar filled up with other patrons, some of them started playing live music, making things much more fun.

“We should do this more often,” Lakeisha stated with a happy sigh. “Get out on the town, have a girls night. Or day...”

“This has been really nice,” Terra agreed. “Drinks aside, it’s healthy to chill like this every once in a while. Oh not him...”

Her attention fell on the newest arrival at the bar - one of her coworkers, James Hoppcraft.

What could she say about James? Of all her coworkers, this guy had to be her least favorite one. Why? Because, despite being fairly good at his work and having enough common sense to go about his day without dumb hiccups, James always behaved like he was miles above every single person in his vicinity. In addition to that, he openly disliked everything supernatural, which made Terra seriously wonder how a guy like him ended up living in a city like Moonlight Falls, where the supernatural was pretty much everywhere.

She also wondered after meeting him how a guy with such a “lovely” personality even had a wife, but after meeting the woman once, she understood that they were perfectly matched in their outlook on life. Neither of them were particularly pleasant to spend time with.

And now this guy was coming straight at her with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Ah, Miss Sidheins! What an interesting surprise - seeing you at a bar. Especially when you’re supposed to be at work!”

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Just as her luck would have it, the skies were pouring buckets the next morning. But she still had to make a little visit, even if going out in this weather was the last thing she wanted to do. 

Luckily, the cemetery was empty. Supernatural town or not, trying to have a two-sided conversation with someone on the other side of life and death was always worthy of a few strange looks. But for the past few days, every time she passed by this place or even thought of it, she felt a strong pull - someone was calling her because they needed to say something.

The pull became stronger when she came across a particular grave. The name on it wasn’t familiar to her, but this wasn’t the first time in the past few months that strange spirits reached out to her. Every once in a while, someone would need her assistance. Usually, it was easy to help them - find an item that the living ones were in search of, reassure them their loved ones were really ok, tell them they could rest easy. This will probably be similar, she thought.

“Hello, I’m here,” she greeted awkwardly. “I think you’ve been calling me.”

“Thank you for responding,” a man’s voice replied. “Perhaps you could help me? I’ve made a terrible mistake years ago - and a person I deeply cared about suffered for it. I really want to make amends, if possible”

“What kind of a mistake? And do you know the name of this person?” she asked.

“Of course, I do. I could never forget…”