[ She laughs, quietly; the sound could almost be mistaken for a quick exhale. It's more emotion than she usually shows in front of strangers. ]
A bit more can be forgiven at those times, can't it...
[ In front of the locker housing the typewriter-like object-- back to Peggy, as if shielding what she's doing, she checks it over. Presses one of the keys. ]
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A bit more can be forgiven at those times, can't it...
[ In front of the locker housing the typewriter-like object-- back to Peggy, as if shielding what she's doing, she checks it over. Presses one of the keys. ]