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{{Tab}} Joy Maserati is a bright, friendly, extroverted person who will talk to literal {{Tab}}Joy is of medium height, about 5'8", curvy, with a dancer's muscles. She has bl

...ationship was worth a try when Joy continued on her way. After that, when Joy moved to nearby Savannah, Noah was the one who always drove to see her. And ..., it proved fruitless. When their daughter Alexandra was three months old, Joy broke their engagement and moved back to live with her parents while she wo

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{{ Logs ...her girl's irritation and disappointment fades, joined by a pure and quiet joy. "Hi," she says. A slight delay later, she adds, "Are you alright?"

{{ Logs ...," her arm snakes around the other woman's side, "maybe add a little extra joy on top." She tucks her head against Scramble's shoulder, her eyes drawn tow

{{ Logs ...e, for this winter. Ice skating, snowballs, twinkle lights. Maybe a little joy, also.'

...ith occasional self-loathing brought about by her mutation, and the secret joy she takes in what many perceive to be monstrous forms. ...wolfing it up, throw her a frisbee to understand what pure, unadulterated joy can be.''

{{ Logs ...so far that Noah has Liked. Finding a shooting range not far from his and Joy's apartment is one of them. He sold all of his guns before moving up north,

{{ Logs ...flutter, relaxed and warm and filling the room with a rich concurrence of joy.

{{ Logs ...to I saw." He shakes his head. "As much as this has been rough for you and Joy, I hope young Alex's coming out of it none the wiser to all that's been hap

{{ Logs ...rooked grin, "but I bet that a good time too. C'mon. Up up. We spreading ''joy'' tonight. And tomorrow. Next day too. But hot cocoa and songs, that's wher

{{ Logs Sera leans into the one-armed embrace, slow and heavy, though there's a bleak joy lurking somewhere in the muddled ripples of her grief. "I'm sorry, I didn't

...You won't catch her mumbling the songs during service, and she finds both joy and spiritual fulfillment in singing, in the synagogue or out.'' ! colspan="2" | Logs

{{ Logs | summary = "Joy. Comfort. Hope. Throw another couple positive words in there I could be a g