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on_her_korhal) wrote2008-03-29 12:49 pm
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25 Unicorn Street, Saturday
Something Was Coming.
Her head hurt like a bitch. Kerrigan was not getting off the couch, not anytime today, maybe not even anytime tomorrow. If this was another disease, or a wave of stone angels, or tiny knights, or... singing, she didn't want to know.
She was staying home. Even if it did mean living off a ration of neon pink soda.
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Her head hurt like a bitch. Kerrigan was not getting off the couch, not anytime today, maybe not even anytime tomorrow. If this was another disease, or a wave of stone angels, or tiny knights, or... singing, she didn't want to know.
She was staying home. Even if it did mean living off a ration of neon pink soda.
[ open. mwahahaha ]
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[SP yay?]
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She pulled open the door. "Oh, fucking hell."
Appropriate language around minors? Keep on dreaming.
[ SP yay! ]
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"...Don't break anything!" she called after River.
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Christ. Kids.
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Oh, if she was going to have to avoid fizzy drink spillage, she was going to be angry.
"--And you can't do all of that at the same time."