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on_her_korhal) wrote2008-03-21 01:09 pm
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25 Unicorn Street, Friday Evening
So.
She had some food in the fridge. And drinks. Non-alcoholic drinks.
So.
She had a couch. And a record player. And--
A birthday party, apparently. Maybe. She wasn't sure.
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She had some food in the fridge. And drinks. Non-alcoholic drinks.
So.
She had a couch. And a record player. And--
A birthday party, apparently. Maybe. She wasn't sure.
[ open for some particular people, but hell, anyone who has any reason to be there ]
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And then-- finally-- tried the cake. "...It's not bad," she said, a little surprised. "...I like it."
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She probably didn't mean to say that out loud. But she hugged back as best as she could, what with plates and glasses and all. "Go bring cake," Kerrigan grinned.