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Winona moved across the room, the fabric of her skirt pulling taut against the backs of her legs. She was pushing herself, she knew that, but honestly, she knew that with the amount of boxes they still had stacked up in the front room -- they'd never be fully moved in if she left it to Raylan.

It was just a few boxes. A few dozen boxes. The back of her hand rested to her forehead, trying to make sure she wasn't actually working too hard. Her doctor advised against pushing too much, but she'd been fairly active before and it wasn't as if this was any more stressful than being seated all day in a courtroom with no AC.

At the sound of the door opening, she leaned back glancing down the hallway, "Raylan?"