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"This isny Scotland," Jamie mutters to no one in particular as he flops down near the lake. The fair is being taken down at last, and it seemed a bit dreary to him, to watch it all come to pieces, so he wandered off towards the lake in search of somewhere cooler.
There's too much sun for it to be Scotland, that's what he thinks as he inspects his arms, which are definitely looking redder and more freckled than they did this morning. He can only imagine what his face is like. Speaking of which--
"Ah, shit." He hurriedly rolls over to retrieve Ursula's sketch from his pocket. Well, it only got a little bit crushed! He lays it down on the ground and tries to smooth it out. He doesn't want it, exactly, but it seems too rude by half to just throw away someone's hard work like that. He imagines what Meg would have to say about that.
So once it's smoothed out he just leaves it on the ground there, looking uncertainly down at his own face.
There's too much sun for it to be Scotland, that's what he thinks as he inspects his arms, which are definitely looking redder and more freckled than they did this morning. He can only imagine what his face is like. Speaking of which--
"Ah, shit." He hurriedly rolls over to retrieve Ursula's sketch from his pocket. Well, it only got a little bit crushed! He lays it down on the ground and tries to smooth it out. He doesn't want it, exactly, but it seems too rude by half to just throw away someone's hard work like that. He imagines what Meg would have to say about that.
So once it's smoothed out he just leaves it on the ground there, looking uncertainly down at his own face.